When Alice was older she
found a book of poetry
And in it she found a poem
that reminded her of home.
Her home had been remanded
to a time long since abandoned
where she lived outside the glass
enjoying wealth and pomp and class.
She had lately taken residence
Not the first time, not a precedence,
with an old man, and a rabbit and a hat.
She paid the man a pittance
After finally saying riddance
to a strangely mean and oddly smiling cat.
She'd been inside this wonderland
for more years than she could bear
When was the last time she had a shower?
When the last she'd washed her hair?
When she found this book of poetry
It gave new vigor to her quest
She felt the home fire burning
Rekindled in her chest.
She had tried before to drink herself
back home to see her kin.
One bottle made her larger
One bottle made her thin.
But she had never tried to mix
them both together just to see.
"Perhaps this is the mixture that
will finally set me free."
So Alice found a flagon
and started mixing in the stuff
Kept adding drop by drop
until she thought she had enough.
Alice drank the pearly potion
And fell back upon the bed
She had left her wonderland behind
Sadly now, the girl is dead.
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