An Impossible Feat Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The Queen of Hearts celebrated 82 musical
years with a garden party held by my kind
Duchess & flamingos mingled with guests,
Alice in Wonderland finds no exit to go visit
Mother-Queen and Duchess-sis in De Rust,
Petruschka is holding his own among sleepy
old dowagers living in this mountain village,
bought a farm for him and my Duchess-sis

While the Lord and Master of the Crocodile
Castle has ordained a visit to the wild will
save him from the fires unleashed by his
Phoenix-mind heating up for the final fight
between the forces of darkness & angels
of light, the Crocodile in me has no hope
of escape into a positive mental state as
my reptilian gyroscope is stuck on Frida

Boccara's Windmills of my Mind turning
in spirals without Mary Poppins' help on
wonderful carousels of dancing bankers
flying kites with Mr Banks; I sigh, Alice in
Wonderland is sucked into a mental air-
pocket & breaking away is an impossible
feat in the same vein as Don Quixote's
fights with the windmill….