Alice's Adventures in the Improbability Pie
Alice threw the looking-glass
Tried to feed her head,
Ambling through the shattered grass,
She wished we all were dead
Alice broke the looking-glass
Into tiny shards
Things were at a pretty pass
Until those words were said.
Alice wondered if the land
Could be turned to booze
She sampled and injested dirt,
And threw up in her shoes
She belched and wretched until she turned,
Into toffee paste
Roland threw the looking glass
In the dodo's face
Unaware of what a farce
existed in the place
Or what the walrus spoke
Or why the oysters sang
Or why the walrus had to use,
Or why the doorbell rang
Alice contemplated prose
But found it made her queasy
She shook her head and curled her toes
Through rhymes somewhat sleazy
Reflecting that, though life seemed easy
, Still the spotted tiger grows.
Contributors: | Roland, Stacy, Kimber, The Agent Apsley, TG, Caged Nick, jgivoni, Linda McCartney, Bop. |
Poem finished: | 24th April 1998. |