mAd MaD mAd MaD

"Madam..?" he asked.

"Sir..??" she said with question marks.

"Are you Mad?"

"I am."

"Then take my hand— for a tour of Neverland!"

(And off the old years flew, arm in arm just the two...)

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"Madam..." he further pressed.

"Sir?!" she asked.

"Are you still Mad?"

"I am."

"Then take this band— for a whirl in Disneyland!"

(And decades they waltzed, to a tune of their own sound...)

* * *

"Madam..!" he grinned aloud.

"Yes, Sir?" she laughed.

"Are you Mad?"

"Yes, yes I am!"

"Then you'll carry this Geezer— to Wonderland!"

(But they walked hand in hand, sharing a cane they'd found.)

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