High as a Hat

I took a seat at the Mad Hatter's table.

I had some pasta from an Italian fable.

I felt my hands as giant ladles.

I took the plate but was not able.

I saw how others flew about.

I met a rabbit clearly stout.

I thought my hosts would maybe pout

if I did not cut it out.

I made an effort to be clear.

I rather wanted to disappear.

I liked when we brought up the rear

I felt tingles and a bit of fear.

In company a dormouse - very rare.

In solitude more like the March Hare.

I heard a warning to beware

for lost control makes panic fair.

The high did last for quite awhile.

I took my flight, arrived in style.

Space cakes made a crazy trial.

I cannot help this Cheshire smile.