Down the rabbit hole,
And into a place.
Strange things all over,
New people to face.
Muddled in riddle,
Look at the time!
For sure I'll be late,
So thank god for rhyme.
Tears find their way,
But things turn allright.
Until new is dicovered,
Then more troubles and frieghts.
The clock chimes two,
The cuckoo squaks twice.
Watch and listen,
To the three scurrying mice.
Coices to be made,
Things to be part.
But in the end all you miss,
Is what you had from the start.
Alice sure blue,
Ripletts a strew.
To anger a kingdom,
Where lies are too true.
Curtsie, so pleased,
The pleasure is mine.
Prove to yourself,
With all of the time.
Whom of which rhymed,
Could you tell me, just who?
A wonderland fickle,
Of which nobody knew.
And to wake from a dream,
That turned just quite rash.
And remember the place,
Of where you were last.
Without further adue,
I shall leave rest unsaid.
I shan't not be late,
Or it's off with my head.
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Comments
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Very cute ty for sharing
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I think this is a very cute take on an avatar of Disney's Alice in Wonderland... many references to the classic words of Lewis Carroll to be found within this poem and playful, at that. Well done, though there are some typos like "choices" to be made, more troubles and "frights" and I would eliminate the double negative in "I shan't not be late." Oops, maybe that's on purpose, I just realized.
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I am not sure I understand this, but that just might be me.
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