Minding My Table Manners, In This Carrollinian Dream Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

A supplication…

Minding my table manners, in this Carrollinian dream
I pour the tea quite nicely
But there isn't any steam
I ask the Hatter for advice
But he's too glum so that's no dice
And pass the plum puffs please
But then he starts to sneeze
The Dormouse sleeps beneath his chair
And there are cake crumbs everywhere
Oh pardon me but I must leave
No one goes boating without a sieve
No one is crying except the maze
That turns Forever, turning a page
Turning a corner and trimming a rose
Here comes the Red Queen to depose
Everything I know is true.
You're a riddle, I'm a rhyme
God. please get me out in time,
Mary angela douglas 22 january 2024