(A/N): Hey all. This is just a little poem. First thing I have done on Alice, so please R&R!!!!! Thanks, The Author.
How queer it was, indeed,
That Alice did not bleed,
When she fell so far away,
She still wonders why to this very day.
How queer it was, at that,
To find a smiling cat,
But really, to have a cat speak!
And tell you that you are mad and meek!
How queer it was, I have seen,
To find a murderous queen,
And have an odd croquet,
With only Flamingos, Cards, and Hedgehogs to play!
How queer it was, she would rave,
To see the guilty knave,
Was truly innocent in the theft of tarts,
The tarts of the Kingdom of Hearts.
How queer it was, to matter,
That poor dear Alice had tea with a Mad Hatter!
The March Hare offered her nonexistent wine,
And the Dormouse slept till nine!
How queer it was, for Alice,
To see the Garden Palace,
To shrink and grow,
And to not know where to go!
Wonderland will wait,
With an open gate,
For all whom dare to dream,
And tear reality's seam.