Painting the roses red
as we bled on petals white
and we nearly lost our heads
All for misplaced spite
We whittled the hours down
to nearly a thin needle sum
and fattened our bellies round
on tea and cake with Tweedle Dum
We pondered the meaning of croquet
in the gardens as we sat
watching ourselves sleep the day away
where the Hatter almost lost his hat
Now that beauty has bled
and the meek are bold
and chivalry is dead
and old fashioned: too old
Can we still write a tale
where good is golden and true
and our dear Alice prevails
no matter what she's been through?
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Wonderland
PoetryPoetry inspired by the works of Lewis Carrol. These poems explore the oddities of life through the perspective of a subtle madness. Enjoy. All content in this book is under copyright laws and may not be reproduced in any way without express permissi...
