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.

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