2020 Hour #11: After Alice
I went down the rabbit hole
Following the heroine’s footsteps
But I didn’t need any magic potion
To measure my insignificance.
I settled in nicely at the Hatter’s Table,
Not taking up too much space
From the more honored guests at tea that day
As that would be impolite.
But the Cheshire cat saw through my act
And threw me a sideways stare
He knew I was a fraud, and with a flick of his tail
Sent me on my way.
At the palace I faced the Queen of Hearts
The execution to be swift and clean
But please she said, explain yourself
Before you end up dead.
My Queen, I cried, I cannot lie
I am hardly a valiant Alice
I wanted only a taste of this magical place
And for that I am willing to die.