Dormouse.....Adult Nature Poem by karen sinclair

Glorious Mad Hatter
Lean across the table of wonky crockery
Your Doormouse lays swaddled asleep
Soundly in your finest creation
Stroking your 7 and 6

As tea lights flicker in the soft march breeze
Mild movement one moment of delectable
Tease.....

Wilde Muslin curtains your Bedouin tent
Just
Breathe
Plastic garish roses twisted pon cherry blossom tree
Pour cider from one fine Wedgewood bone china
Tea-pot
Spout down
Thirsting throat gollups
Frown
As the Fatterpillar puffs Hookahs delicious cherry chocolate smoke
Whistfully pon its fumes Alice doth choke
Settle down, dear Hatter,
7 and 6 pon your crown
As one diddy Doormouse slithers deep down

To your pride and predjudice
Unfastening zip
Laying courderoy folds on open wide hips
And the moon howls cream teas and rosehip scones
Doormouse
Settles down
At
Bended knee
She blows as she goes one alabaster handles Aromatic treat
Tea

Listen to moons wholesome devour
Stretched full in-tent
Thrust awesome power
Spread your cream
Pon Rose pink lips
Waste not a drop
Suck Cherry topped tipped
On Kiplins finest rotund
Moorish mounds of
Almonds
Slice by slice
All things naughtiest....
Yet rarest are nice

Arrive not once
Merely two
Make it thrice
Then replace the lid of dreams where the world became rejected
Bump to earth as white rabbit disjointed
Deselected
Or at least

It seams

Lid on... Solid gone