MY NAME CAN BE FOUND IN THE ALPHABET IF ONE OBTAINS THE FOURTH...THE FIFTEENTH...THE FOURTEENTH... FIRST... TWELFTH AND TWELFTH AGAIN LETTERS TAKING CARE TO USE A CUTE ACCENT ON THE 15TH LETTER.
Alice was having 40 winks ( but she hadn't yet got to wink no. 13 )
when she was so very rudely interrupted by a giant hand
taking her '...IN WONDERLAND" down from the topmost shelf
she had been resting on for many many months undusted.
"Welllll!" thought Alice to herself '...that blew the cobwebs away!"
yawning loudly as it dawned upon her what had
befallen her pages.
She couldn't tell that the hand was Irish...but it was indeed.
"A great wind blew and I was scattered!"
she remembered the ****** Queen's speech or words...to that effect...not exactly right.
The hand was the hand of an Irish poet
and with a howl she fell through a vowel
in his voice "O!"& again "O!"
landing with a thump on her coccyx
in the middle of a white white page.
It was as if all the world had turned
to snow & "O!" she said & "O!" once again and again.
"It would appear that I am about to be
poemed by this Irish poet person!"
Alice had become quite adept
at talking to her hand because her face did not want to know.
And so with a final flourish she found her self scribbled
and held down by his words.
"Really his handwriting is illegitimate!"
she told herself as she tottered upon
a final full stop that continued on
until it had become an . . .
as darkness fell just as the covers closed upon
the Jane Austen 5 Year Diary she was being written into.
She continued oooOOOing although she knew it was
very unbecoming for a Victorian child
composed mostly of Carrollian words & Tenniel'd cross hatchings.