Boredom really does a number on me. So I decided to a poem when I got bored. This was the first; I also have an unfinished poem on The Riddler and Harley Quinn. Those are the hardest for me right now. This has to do with the tapes for Jervis Techt. You might go blind from the horribleness, but at least I wasn't bored in school. I don't own Batman… or Alice in wonderland.
Alice
Oh where is Alice
That wasn't malice
I just need to find my Alice
The other girl was pretending to be Alice
She was pretending to my Alice
That was malice
Oh please, just let me find my Alice
Her hair was too yellow
Her eyes too blue
So I killed her with a bellow
What else was I to do?
She must have been sent by the Jabberwocky
Or maybe the Red Queen
She slithered in with a knock
Thinking I wouldn't be as keen
But yet the Jabberwocky came to stop me
He took me away before I could find the real Alice
He wasn't there for tea
He's the one that intended malice
Now I'm here all alone
Without Alice, my hats, or tea
The padded room is very drone
No one in here but me
Doctors can struggle with my inner quarrel
So I hope you understand my dear
If you haven't figured out the moral
We're all mad here…
