*Alice

* * *    *Alice   * * *
Did you ever greet Alice
Falling down the rabbit hole
Her head where feet should be
As Alice tumbled spinning free
Escaping a world of manners and  lace
A society of know your place
All addressed in utmost piety
As if manners were a sacrament
And Alice fled the demon child
For her imagination far to wild
Hookah pipes and Mad Hatters
Rabbits always placed behind time
All these things she encountered
Ate some of the eat me cake
Drank of the drink me drink
This strange fey lass who did think
And such as she always been
Known by Church and authorities
To be unnatural practitioners of thought
No more and no less than witches
From her corset there was no escape
The hole down which she shot
Did in time Alice regurgitate
I wonder what we might have said
If in passing we did greet
Alice falling head over feet.