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Why is a raven like a writing desk. Who knows, who cares. And would you like more tea. I'm not sure who's mad anymore, Is it you or me.
my life is a house of cards one wrong move and it will all tumble i must be careful in everything i do no matter what i can't fumble i may stand tall, but i am fragile one gust of wind and i will...
There's been a slight mistake. I'm not meant to be here, No, thank you, Mister Hatter, I'm too young to have a beer.
"Off with her head!" The Queen of Hearts said, "for she's young and she's reckless and better off dead." She was tied to a thread, But tried to run instead From a fate of a dream too far into dread.
Wonderland. Twinkling lights. Checkered floor. Psychedelic nights. Tiny doors. And great big seas. Druggy caterpillars. Flower wannabes. A hatter that's mad. A queen that's worse. And grinning cat.
The lady in blue- Will she come today. Will she come tomorrow. Who knows the next tea time.
Good night, Sleep tight, Wake me when the birds take flight. One kiss, On my lips, To send me into a dreamy bliss. Good night, Sleep tight, Don't let the bad dreams bite.
Down the rabbit hole. Is a world quite impossible. That forgets all things sane. and anything normal or probable. Down the rabbit hole. Is a world full of wonder. With much more excitement.
'Sit beside the Hatter!', they all happily said, 'Enjoy a fine tea. Of fine butter and bread!' They didn't tell me the fellow was so gosh-darn mad. And oh-very-crazy, not just a wee tad.
I've always been a fan of Lewis Carroll's "Alice in Wonderland" and this is a poem I wrote when I was younger inspired by his tale.
Alice Fell down the rabbit hole She's probably broke her leg Alice Fell down the rabbit hole She's probably hurt or dead She had a hand full of pills Her other full of cake One will make her ill One...
A pretty girl in blue Once flourished through the trees. A sight she saw, a hole so deep Sent her falling to her knees She looked down the hole When a white streak caught her eye.
Through twisted thicket, Bushes and brush, bushes and brush. Oasis keen, trees so green, Alice. Were in a rush. Tick, tock, pocket watch. Alice, please do come.
Searching, wondering, is everything fine. Eyes drawn to the white rabbit hiding, watching his ticking clock counting down time. I'm late..
Falling deeply into madness. At least that's what they are saying, they said I made it up in my mind, falling into wonderland and joining the mad hatters crew and all that.
As I sit upon the sand, I begin to dream, Of my Wonderland, Of tea with scones and jam and cream.
Alice has all the luck I have never been to wonderland it seems to me sublime to meet a rabbit with a strange concept of time.
"Oh flipping hell, nobody woke me up again." He said, waking in his bath "Where's my rubber ducky and my squeeky giraffe?" With no time to lose he got himself ready He quickly scoffed some Frosted...
Touched by madness, From head to toe, It's not your sadness, You didn't know. Confused about this mad state, Not sure how it works, Wondering if it's your fate, Everyone thinking you've gone bizurk.
Even in this place of work No inspiration springs to mind. The clock hands move across their face Documenting time With the whiskers Of the Cheshire Cat.
Oh. Little Alice. Come with me. A curious little thing, That you need to see. Would you like some tea. Have a whole mug. Ignore that silly cat Looking all smug.
Yawning, I stretched as I awoke from my sleep, flicking my ears and tail. Seems like I missed nothing. I hopped down from my branch and walked along the forest floor.