Hello this is a poem that my boyfriend, from here on out known as D, wrote –asylum regular
Come to my wonderland, Come and join the dance. Drink some dripping tea of red, If you get the chance.
Lick off cupcake frosting, Made with grated mouse. Or pull the cat eye from the cocktail umbrella, See how it rolls in your mouth.
Counting up to thirteen, Stitched the ear to my head. Look it's all floppy now, I guess it would be... took five kicks to get that rabbit dead.
On the other side is the ear of Cheshire, But he will never again grin. For now I save the blood dripping from a smashed smile, My 'special-tea' is where I mix it in.
The Hatter was uncoopritive, So I cooked him up instead, Now the cookies are ready, The 'Hatter Special' to be said.
I even wear his hat now! Though I had to shrink it down to size. Made it too small at first, used march-hare fur, Now it won't fall over my eyes.
There's still one place left for you, The tea party starts right now. I may not have the company I used to, But, hey! I've made it work somehow...
I mean, Alice got her head sliced off ,But you cannot blame the Queen. I slashed her up into peices... Made the 'Dripping Neck Supreme'.
So, Alice may be missing, Hatter no longer flutter-whacking. I do miss Cheshire's grin sometimes, And the Rabbit's pocket-watch ticking. The March Hare sipping tea, And the Queen screeching orders on the throne.
So...You can be my new Party guest, A word of warning...I'm accident prone...
Your friend,
D. lacha (my boyfriend's name in Irish)
