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
& Tiennel'd cross hatchings.
The Irish poet had vanished back
into the kitchen
to make a cup of
Earl Grey Tea.
"Mmmmm!" he said to himself
& again
"....mmmmmMMMMM!"
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
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
& Tiennel'd cross hatchings.
The Irish poet had vanished back
into the kitchen
to make a cup of
Earl Grey Tea.
"Mmmmm!" he said to himself
& again
"....mmmmmMMMMM!"
