It's goodbye
From this madhatter
I'm tired of this batter
With all this chatter
Occasionally some flatter
With some clatter
All for one matter
We no longer platter
Or even natter
Now it's time to scatter
What you shatter
What I tatter
Because it's now the latter
Of this spatter
Or maybe splatter
Of my rhythmic antimatter
Time to end this subject matter
In a written matter
The crux of the matter
Of this pictorial matter
Sayonara blue sky
