Was it Wonderland or a dream obscene?
Could the mind create such a curious dream?
The mind could do anything Alice supossed
Having been stretch to the sky then shrunk to her toes
Her experiences were very odd indeed
But was it her imagination she was trying to feed?
It seemed plausible to have a bottle reading "drink me"
But how could tears fill a room like a sea?
She knew it was a place but did not know where
Where had a hatter, a queen and a march hare?
It seemed a little obsurd that was for sure
And all of this from following a white rabbit and door!
What on earth was a mockturtle and who was this Queen?
Alice could not make out entirely what she had seen
A Cheshire cat had grinned a huge smile
Helping or hindering confusing all the while!
And what of those tea parties going on all day?
Well in reality that was simply not the way!
But it felt very real and maybe it was
Who accepts the "truth" just because?
No, sensible people question all that you know
Though Wonderland is a mystery that much I know
Is it real? Is it different for each person in turn?
Perhaps it's just something we live not learn
Alice escaped after a giant Queen and card chase
But are you willing to visit in her place?
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Pride, Prejudice and Poetry
PoetryPoetry inspired by classic novels and period dramas