Poor Alice, you’ve always been more feline than female.
Always inquisitive, when awake, just like Dinah your cat.
A pretty pet, curiouser & curiouser, always wanting
to taste strange things & then wishing you’d listened to reason.
Drinking poison & spewing nonsense,
until dizzy & spinning, ungrinning at the possibility
that impossibilities do not exist or happen as a fact.
Such a pretty, bloody trainwreck
painting white roses red
with the guard of playing card men
in a whirl of confusions
It wasn’t YOU, silly twit,
it’s isn’t YOU, nit nit wit
written about prettily for
If the shoes fits start wearing it
Not HER HIM or IT, it’s YOU YOU YOU
You’re the ONE always being ignored
Such an arrogant twit TWIT twit
go away go away, just
get used to being laughed at
just your sad sad silly love scorned…
for the Queen of Hearts
is HIS tart sweet
~ the end
*top image, Photo by Valentin Perrin
*bottom image, from Pinterest, trying to find the source