The hatter cried, “Why is a raven like
a writing desk?” Poor Alice thought he knew
Mock Turtle and the Gryphon said that shoes,
under the sea are not blackened, but white.
Worrisome rabbit, fretting, always late,
striving just to please the queen, off with heads
contrasts easy-going cat. Alice dreads
not knowing when or where he’ll show, or fate.
She knows not who she is, they know not where
she came from, nor why she is there, nor what
she even is – a serpent? flapped the bird
She only knows that when she saw the hare
she fell down. With hedgehogs she played putt-putt
but no one believed her, it was absurd.