Down The Rabbit Hole
I love a man who died eighty-nine years
Before my conception here on earth.
His words echo through time with happy tears
And smiles displaying a child's mirth.
I clearly remember the jealously
Focused intently on Alice Liddell.
Reading his rhymes and poems zealously,
Why is a Raven? should have been my riddle
To solve while on a trip with this genius.
But I was born scores too late for this dream.
A wonderland so heterogeneous,
Left alone in the golden afternoon's gleam,
"We're all mad here", the phrase is my anthem.
Quite insane to fancy such a phantom.
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This was a poem I wrote back in High School, based on my favorite book of all time, Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. I found it the other day, and decided to post it. It's a little silly, but I still like it. Tell me what you think. I hope it isn't too horrible, though.
'Tis the voice of the Lobster; I heard him declare,
xJadeRainx
