Alice Poem by Richard D Remler

Alice



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Alice, sweet Alice,
Why do you run?
The Tea Party is over.
The afternoon done.
The Rabbit left nothing
Of value behind.
He's run out of time.

The Twins never argue,
And rarely agree~
And the Hatter sees only
What he wants to see.
The Queen and her Hearts
Haven't made up their beds!
Off with their heads!

Alice, young Alice,
How silly you seem.
The Walrus and Lobster
Want no part of your dream!
The Crocus in the garden
Has called you a weed!
How very rude
Indeed!

And that Cheshire Cat,
With its never-fail grin
Is telling a tale
With a startling spin,
Of a girl named Alice
On a most frabjous day,
Who chortled with joy!
Callooh! Callay!

Alice, sweet Alice,
Why do you weep?
The Doormouse and
Duchess are falling asleep.
The Gryphon is square
In the Mock Turtle's Lair,
Awaiting, they say,
For a game of Croque
They do not wish to play.

And the King speaks unkindly
Of things he knows not.
He is irksome and birksome
And frandish and hot,
Demanding the head of
The deviant lot,
Right there on the spot,
As the Caterpillar breathes
In a bit of pink air,
And smokes from the hookah
He's brandishing there.

Alice, sweet Alice,
Why do you fret?
The Bandersnatch hasn't
The time to forget
Why they're painting
The White Roses very un-White,
Before the Red Queen passes
Through here tonight.

Wake up, little girl
Wake up, little one.
Wake up, little Alice.
The morning has come.
For your Sister is waiting,
And she is well unaware
Of all your adventures
With the March Hare

Alice, kind Alice,
Didn't you know?
You fell down a hole
And you bruised your soul.
And somewhere there's a moral
In amongst the slithy toves.
Beneath the Tumtum tree
And about the borogoves.

For tomorrow is over,
And you'll see us again.
You could expect less
From a much closer friend.
When the rocks become cakes,
And the poison is not…
And there's pepper to share
In the old cauldron pot.
And for that, you ought be,
Very, very un-sad.
We are, after all,
Just a niddling touch mad!



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Copyright © MMXIV Richard D. Remler

Alice
Saturday, February 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: experience,humorous,nonsense,tribute
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
"But I don't want to go among mad people, " Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that, " said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad? " said Alice.
"You must be, " said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
—Alice In Wonderland(Chapter 6)
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