Friday, April 29, 2011

Wonderland Tea-time

* Wonderland Tea-time *
What tangled bangled fangled thoughts
Reggae blue grass sounds in my head
A swilling bilging slipping sensation
Crazy cumquat moments flaring
Mad Hatter commentary saner than before
And sweet Alice is a perpetual bore
Despite the eat me and drink mes
The uppers downers pharmaceutically enhanced
Cannot escape her tight Victorian pants
Finds all this world fey yet dull
In a jaded travel writer's way
Wonderland through her eyes is not wondrous
Barely manages to be a surprise
Get the impression prefer to be at home
A novel in her hands and alone
No wild Wonderland suitors nearby
Prefer potatoes mashed and lamb fry
Or in a moment of divine inspiration
Usually lacking from Alice's life of constipation
Perhaps a light salad of garden greens
And jugged white rabbit in cream.

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