Alice In Wonderland

Plump-cheeked and bow-lipped, the stalwart mother sits reading, corseted in her close-kept role, gathering the feminine for like to like is drawn, a blossom-pressed, Alice sits lazing. Straight-laced, as the time, the stripped couch holds her life's calling falsely framed in pleated revere, smacking of each hidden sin plump-cheeked and bow-lipped, the stalwart mother sits reading. Her voice denies the rigid caste of ill thought mothering a doll's denied its little mother's arms and long lost grin for like to like is drawn, a blossom-pressed, Alice sits lazing. All of nature calls to her but Mother seeks quiet's staging as wilder spirits and untamed flowers wilt beneath her chin. Plump-cheeked and bow-lipped, the stalwart mother sits reading There'll be no romp, no rabbit chase, no rash beheading, just Mother dear and only here within this room again. Plump-cheeked and bow-lipped, the stalwart mother sits reading for like to like is drawn, a blossom-pressed, Alice sits lazing. Painting Alice in Wonderland by George Dunlap Leslie