Alice in Wonderland Impossible Thoughts.

Alice has inside information.

Alice Oh Alice you do make my day

I laugh giggle like a girl with every word in play

I see just the silliness displayed everywhere

How clever was this Lewis Carroll, so aware

Then that strange caterpillar getting our Alice

To recite a strange poem, of and old man with his son

Can’t say anything else but isn’t it ridiculous?

Find that poem for yourselves in  the chapter called

“Advice from a Caterpillar” I still think it be so clever

Here is this frail old man standing on his head and saying

As a younger man he was just feared too much back then

When he seemed to have a brain? And now he is so round and fat he can do that?

So you see I sit and laugh out loud

Not giving a dam about what I say

I say it my own way, just like Alice

Within this great story, the truth of the tale

Told by her addled mind remember she has changed

Oh so many times in just one day

Here is another version straight from the net.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-man-s-comforts-and-how-he-gained-them/

Copied for you all to see, I think Lewis Carroll’s Alice has a better version than the real

Now you really do need to take a closer look at that special book.

“Alice in Wonderland” that Penguin Classic paper back first published 1865 now/ 1998

So I now acknowledge the copyright of both Lewis Carroll and as well

The website of the Original poem of our dear “Father William”

The Old Man's Comforts and how he gained them

You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
The few locks which are left you are grey;
You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man,
Now tell me the reason I pray.

In the days of my youth, Father William replied,
I remember'd that youth would fly fast,
And abused not my health and my vigour at first
That I never might need them at last.

You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
And pleasures with youth pass away,
And yet you lament not the days that are gone,
Now tell me the reason I pray.

In the days of my youth, Father William replied,
I remember'd that youth could not last;
I thought of the future whatever I did,
That I never might grieve for the past.

You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
And life must be hastening away;
You are chearful, and love to converse upon death!
Now tell me the reason I pray.

I am chearful, young man, Father William replied,
Let the cause thy attention engage;
In the days of my youth I remember'd my God!
And He hath not forgotten my age. 

Robert Southey *

*taken from the poemhunters website.

Now to put this all into today

Robert Southey was an English Romantic Poet

Hailed from that thought of the day

Tories loved him by the way, Poet Laureate he became

Just married Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s Sister if you please

How convenient? So after had his poems recognized with ease

Big boys company

Playing gatekeeper again

Really whispering secrets

And pretending to not notice

The stripes and turned up noses

All poor Alice wished to be was a little larger if you please.

Something Extra dear friends

let us nolonger pretend.

Alice really said it all

regardless how we learn and what

we interpet it just how we wish

regardless how it was meant to be

When you boil it all down my friends it real is just

a game that some play thinking that they have some say

about how we think and spend our days

Just remember who really rules our wellbeing

who has the final say on everything

be it time and nature or some deluded human being.

I really think it is ourselves who finally have it all

We rise above the pretend and sift the rubish out

All those images and stuff information overload

It is us who eventually be telling them how to be.

In reality of the everyday and now.:~))) honestly.

Because they have lost control and nolonger know

How or what to really do beyond their noses.

Here have some of Rose's nonsense :~)))