Backwards Alice.

Alice shrinks, No Shrinks our Alice And it really is "ECILA"

"ALICE!" name the, voice a little shill off the top our Rabbit White did read out.

( AS, " ECILA", was to her ears, remember it was backwards every single word and the sound of it started in the mind first. No wander our Alice did shrink down to something small. For now she was no longer tall and scraping the roof of the court.)

So Alice found herself shrink down to a tiny little height,

upon the announcement of her name in backward range.

"Yet evidence much got not have they for---"

Witness next the "what" seems too curious of every feeling.

See too curious very list over his fumbling fingers meet as our Rabbit White does watch our Alice 

Or so it seems, that the Rabbit White is at a lost but doesn't know it;  as the King now complains...

"Ache in the head I do have it seems so just call on the next witness please. "

All this cross-examining my dear really must we ?

"Mind never!" Relief great of air did the King speak.

"Disappeared the cook again at the time we bake."

Out turned the dormouse the speaking of truth but this confused 

the whole court it be some minutes more as he squeaked.

And no wander he was in such a dismal tiff for the Red Queen was a yelling out.

"Whiskers his with OFF!" Him Pinch! Him Suppress! Court of Out, Dormouse that turn!

Dormouse that head be off! "Out Shrieked Queen once again. " The Dormouse that Collar

I am sure I have seen it amongst the tarts of hearts within the Kitchen be? "

(That part I have made up so some sense could be made of all this!)

Now back to Alice I do think, as a little voice at her back did sleepy say "ELCAERT"

But no, it was the Cook who heard that little word after she did state 

"Yltsom reppeP" when asked for the recipe of how those tarts are to be made.

Like all good cooks of real baker's guild 

no secrets do they give even if their life depends on it.

For everyone would be a baking them for themselves

And not appointing any cooks at all. 

So those secrets stayed unsaid 

when asked "Of what are these tarts be made?" 

The deep voice of the King did now ring 

His face all round and deeply red

a frowning at the cook's face , his eyes 

just disappeared, out-of -place as folded arms

across his chest, and he did speak with a sign, "Must I, must I if Well!"

"This witness now must be crossed and examined , if majesty be a beginning. "

This backwards world was again spinning round our poor Alice's brain.

Making nonsense seem sensible in this drugged wonderland.

With an "Anxious King", now fearing to be sensible about stolen Tarts.

As the Cook was refussing to give evidence of anything at all ... really

I think, I would be the same, for fancy being judged by a jury of that kind,

And sharing with a full court room your inner most serect life, the truth of making love to the Knave. 

And as for Alice spelt backwards this sound more like an ancient Earthworm....."ELICA"

Than a name of any human child really parents in backwards land should be ashamed

for they have condemmed their off spring with a strange spell when names are said "backwards!"

And those  magic powers can spread over the person oncethey be  anounced in backward fashion

No wonder our poor Alice did shrink back to nearly nothing....

 and found herself surrounded by morphed "pack of cards" within a court room full of "FOOLS"?