Alice
Alice
Shrunken
By this mysterious man
Who keeps calling me
"The Alice!"
Thrown in a tea pot
With my long dress
To only hear
Distant barking
With knight armor clanking.
Trying to push my way out
Of this prison
To soon have the top
Open to his colorful face.
Oh how Wonderland
Is a brute
Yet my heart can't leave.
Copyright © Leigh Nickolyn | Year Posted 2011
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