Knew,
To a degree
Alice,
But being a
Man,
He could not quite
Comprehend
His illness.
Beware!
Beware!
For daft all
Those young swine
Grow to be.
You won't find
Virtue
When you chase
Pretty white hares,
In tops and tails,
Down peculiar holes,
But little notes saying,
"EAT ME."
"Off with their heads!"
"Off with their heads!"
(Above and below)
The queen knows
All too well.
She's done
What you
Think
To try.
Take heed,
The queen of
Broken hearts!
All her precious white roses
Painted red,
Bloodstained
So she,
In her dying youth
Can watch them bloom,
To see,
In their buds,
The pretty white hare
That slipped through her fingers
Too.
So wake up!
Dream no more
Of cats
That leave only
A smile
When they disappear,
Or tasting mushrooms
Offered by
Worms
Sipping opium.
You'll only find you've grown
Too much,
Too fast,
In a house
Too small,
While the hare
Hops off
To dine
Elsewhere.
Not a thing
Mother
Would approve.
COPYRIGHT 12/6/98
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