Author Lewis Carroll might have a freaking stroke, if....
he knew I sullied HIS title to make a PoemHunter joke.
Yet MY Alice was not from Carroll's amazing 'Wonderland'.
She WAS an 'immoral singer' in a famous 70s Rock & Roll band.
Not Cinderella either, but my Alice often smoked a fat roach...
while lounging in her chauffeured pink Rolls-Roycetouring coach.
And she sipped too much whiskey from her shoe and fell on her ass,
but her shoes, unlike Cinderella's, were of alligator, NOT made of glass.
Not pretty Snow White was she either, of the 7-Dwarfs-fame,
though 'coke', white as snow, Ms. A. snorted; don't (you) ME blame!
I had tried to straighten her out, to keep her happy, along with her crew.
The thanks I got was ten stitches......... when (the looking glass) she threw.
Just two wild months after that unfortunate night, way back in 1978,
I got a wake-up call from the police one day, at 1 p.m. (we stayed up late) .
Alice had been found dead (by a maid) in her hotel suite in Canada (lively Toronto) .
Now, her manager no longer, my new McDonalds boss yells 'Two more burgers! Pronto! ! '
(March 19,2015)
Great poem and great imagination! Always fun to read your poems.
Bri you have a fantastic imagination. It's great to read your notes to understand how you created such a great poem - entertaining, shocking, amusing, tragic....it's a gift to make the reader go through many emotions.
Some the wonderful ideas are shining in this poem shared really. Through the looking glass these are shining. Wonderful poem shared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on...Janis wouldn't throw a mirror! ! Still, great verse, Bri!