Get Your Premium Membership

Alice In Blunderland

Poor Alice, Not too bright, Hardly ever... gets it right She tries her best, You can rest assured, But stupidty is hard to cure One day she saw a hare, Dive into a hole, She wasn't sure, rabbit or mole But then she remembered, moles are blemishes on one's skin, This she knows, Cause one of her kin, Has a face like a mountain range, Many think she looks real strange... So Alice tried to follow the hare, Stuck her head in, right then and there, And stuck it was, And still stuck it be, She looks like an osterich, A weird sight to see!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 5/31/2011 5:03:00 AM
Quite amusing... I enjoyed your "perspective" on Alice and her plight...
Login to Reply

Book: Shattered Sighs