Following on from January's 'theme' which John Togher started, i was feeling a little frivolous so decided to give it a try myself.

 

In Alice's world

there are no puppets and people pulling strings

or angels with coat-hanger halos'

and feathers belong on wings

of birds that can usually fly.

 

No metaphorical refridgerators

or wooden alligators

and the queen of hearts, farts,

just like any other living thing

who parts their legs for Pinnochios nose,

which can't really grow even when telling the truth.,

because Pinnochio's made out of wood you see.

The world's full of lies,

Lies! Lies!

As Alice, and all of you very well you know!

 

In Alice's world

a rabbit hops; cricket's jump,

lambs frolic and gambol

and the mad March hare?

well... 2s/6d or 7s/6d, pulled from a top hat

or even a ten gallon hat, belongs on a theatre stage.

She knows there's a decimal point.

 

In Alice's world,

In Alice's world,

In Alice's world- she seeks...

truth from lies,

peace in confusion,

comfort in loss and guidance when lost,

friends' to be there whenever...

 

No wonder she's stuck in a hole!