I feel I've fallen down
into your rabbit hole
of mindless madcap mayhem
while I was merely trying to take
my morning stroll, uninterrupted
I do not care to meet the rabbit
late and lugging too much baggage
on his way to take some tea
with a man of many hats
No I do not care much for a cookie
or a swig of your promised adventure
I've grown too big for this town
and feel small in it's offerings
Rather I'd like to see a Cheshire smile
Without having to answer your ridiculous riddles
If Alice gave advice, perhaps best to listen
I fear not the Queen of Hearts (she's a friend to me)
But this is not a fable in which I seamlessly fit
and through the looking glass, eager to exit
this checkered chessboard catastrophe
of prancing pawns and blinded bishops
And find my knight on my own terms
How could I resist this. I had a very happy unbirthday last year (I ws the caterpillar.) . This is written so tunefully and felt like maybe a rejection of someone's hopes that's let you down before. Beautiful flow. Ty Ps if I got it wrong sorry. It was primarily the many hats made me think that way. Ty karen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
“Off with their heads! ” ;)