Now Alice was a very nice girl
even if she had a thing about rabbets
well breed like one
she stood tall, very proud,
on her own two feet, with slitty web toes
which stuck out to the side
she never would become a dancer
now her hair was curly but jet black
which fell over her shoulders
her skin alabaster white
her lips cherry red but thin
and strange but nice sticky out ears
which at times made her look like a fairy
if for would rain like man thunderstorm
ooO
and she like black rabbits
So that's my
Alice in Blunderland.

Alice sat down lent on a tree
pulled a book, from her gold and silver pocket book
began to read, but as she did would hum
the heat of the day did take its toll
her mind slipped back and fell down the rabbet hole
and as she did saw signs of the times pop up
her eye did blink, did I say, brighter than the blue sea
or the stars that twinkle on a starlight Coal bout sea.
Her dress bloomed up she drifted for the rest of the fall
in the meantime her lip turned blue full stop. period.

and like all girls became in a bad mood
and the story ends for the common man
as we know there nothing we can do, not even if you give up your arm
the king would not be pleased
at that, all the pink storks fell off there legs, fell and began to snore.
a sleep, now you know why!

Alice did I say
you looksiblime
with all your curls
that seams to curves your shoulders
and I just love them sticky out ears
pixy it up Mamrm.

"...then write me a million poems."
he stood there
waiting for me
to drip the ink.

"...I am your muse, for eternity."
He could be true
for I find the sun, stars, moon,
oceans or seas
springing
inside his soul

"...without me, there'll never be a piece."
Here I am,
not moving an inch
slowly dropping the pen on
slow motion, I can hear the faint
clank of its metal

"... you are nothing."
His grin vanished without a trace
I don't know what to say,
so what I did, was just walked away.

Because you prefer it
Winding down with a stranger in bed
Your prayers and future lost
Better fasting in mind
With a heart that jumps too freely
Just a window glow
As night comes for these shards
Your swiftly torn undercarriage
Vexed to the incalculable
Bleeding out under hot water faucets