I'M BACK FROM ZE DEAD! Not really, but it's certainly been a few months. I apologize and thank those of you who've waited patiently for this poem; homework takes up a lot of my time, and I try to give myself time to write when I can. But enough of my excuses! (they're not why you're reading this) Enjoy the short (but sweet) poem for Eliot March :D


Exactly how many years has it been since then?

Locked away for committing one of the only crimes;

Loneliness plaguing his every being.

Itching to break free, to feel mother nature against his skin.

Of course that's nothing more than a bad dream now;

Thanks to his savior, that mafia leader

Mad Hatter aside there's one he considers;

Alice (of course) will always be another.

Ruckess she creates while baking for him,

Carrot dishes, his all time favorite.

How can he think of eating just one?


I hope my poetry didn't get too rusty :P But since it's my writing I can't tell, so I leave it up to YOU to review and tell me how I'm doing (pretty please?) Thanks for reading, and I hope to see you in the next poem: Tweedle Dee and Dum :D