Yes all stories end, just as they begin,
There has to be all the middle bits that come in -between,
that is the order of stories: beginning middle and end.
But what if things were turned inside out?
the end at the beginning, and the middle
running around lost and tossed , then the beginning will be the end.
Confusion must be just chaos
So let me believe that I can do this again,
Six lines of six on a daily bases
If I don't , I will just lose face...oh what a disgrace?
And therefore I being at the end. Are you listening Alice?
To bring six lines of six again, are you ready for this?
Alice you caused catastrophe throwing those cards you see,
Shattered the dreams of readers everywhere
This wonderland was a real place until then
Now our wonderland is just a Pack of Cards
And the dashing knave of hearts will sorry..
just a paper dream, and those tarts have no cream.
There you were Alice lying in the arms
Of your little sister dreaming still,
but at least these imaginings
are of something real... like
growing up and keeping your heart of the sweet child.
Both you and your sweet little sister must have done that, somehow.
Are you sure Alice that on opening your eyes
Wonderland would disappear and just be lies?
And really Alice is reality that boring for you?
You just wanted adventure and break
all the rules of decorum , and stuffups
Of Victorian English rule....really Alice I beg of you .....
Do not open your eyes or think again
of not dreaming like a child once
you body tells you your all grown-UP .
Dreaming is not just for children Alice.... NO
Adults imagine amazing things
Just ask your friend, Lewis Carroll ...and he was a teacher too!