Alice's Peculiar Revenge
Alice frowned; all around, leaves were falling to the ground
In among the bookshelves, Clement saw his chance:
As he burned, Alice turned, this time he would not be spurned
Cindered at the index, bones of Clement dance
Alice fell. Hear her yell : "Clement, you can go to Hell!"
Near the central heating, Clement's ashes paled
As she rose, in hostile pose, striking at imagined foes
Craven in his grave, still Clement feels assailed
Alice cursed, quiet at first, then at length a wild outburst:
Floating in the doorway, Clement heard his doom
In the breeze, if you please, Alice felt between his knees
Clement seemed excited till he saw the grinning groom
Tall and proud, laughing loud, grabbing Clement by the shroud
Alice drank the potion, started to decline
Felt her wits fall to bits, gulping down the Slivovits
Warding off all evil with a charismatic sign
Later on, brain all gone, Alice dreamt of Babylon
Crawling through the roses, Clement wept anew
Gardens hang, cell-doors clang, Alice crumbles like meringue
Clement greets the headsman with a cheery "View Halloo!"
Gleaming axe, tattoed backs, fond of causing heart-attacks
Alice met the Duchess, told her tale of woe
Scathing scorn, gnails all gnawn, craven on the croquet lawn
Alice hoped devoutly that the bruises wouldn't show
Clement smiled. "Foolish child! How could you be so beguiled?"
Alice gaped bewildered: nothing here made sense
But she guessed, unimpressed, this was but another test
Destined to deter her from sitting on the fence
Alice yawned; day had dawned, as the Cheshire Cat had warned
Clement and his tantrums seemed so long ago
See her rise, rub her eyes, looking up with wild surmise
Certain now that nothing much is all we'll ever know.
| Contributors: | TG, Roland, P, Sorry chaps!. |
| Poem finished: | 25th November 1997. |