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White Rabbit Inc

This white rabbit is having a hell of a day.
It started out good but ended in a bad way.

I woke up feeling marvelous and grand,
dressed up in my waistcoat, with my pocket-watch in hand.

I soon realized I had somewhere to be,
I forgot that I had a meeting with her Royal Majesty.

I pulled out my pocket-watch, it told me I was extremely late!
If I did not hurry the Red Queen will serve my head on a plate. 

I made a feverish rush to Wonderland's palace,
starting my journey feeling frazzled and unbalanced.

As I descended down the rabbit hole, toward my destination
I noticed a girl falling behind me, with a look of fascination.

When I finally made it to the bottom, she continued to stalk.
Calling me "Mr Rabbit", telling me she just wanted to talk. 

I do not trust strangers, so I started to runaway real quick.
She paid no mind to my fear, kept following me like a crazed lunatic. 

I tried numerous times to get her off my path, I swear!
The first time was when I led her to the Mad Hatter and March Hare.

I knew that they were having a tea party, just like always.
Entertaining themselves, celebrating their un-birthdays.

They will keep her captivated for a bit.
I then scurried away, took my Que, and split.  

Unfortunately, the Mad hosts have short attention spans, 
she left undetected.
Her harassment continued on my route, 
just as I suspected. 

Next, I thought the Caterpillar could get her off my tail.
The smoke coming from his hookah she would inhale.

I figured he would make her high as a kite, 
in a comatose state. 
She would forget about chasing me, 
and I could evacuate. 

Nope, fat chance the hookah had weak smoke.
The Caterpillar was not smoking his usual dope.

I utilized Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, but they could not keep her occupied
I Even tried using the Cheshire Cat, he was no help, he didn't even try.

All my plans failed, she ended up following me before the Queen of Hearts. 
I have never seen her so pissed, not even when someone stole her tarts.

I do not know if it was my tardiness or the girl that had her enraged.
Her temper reached it's peak she exploded in a violent rampage.

Now I'm in the royal gardens, painting some white roses red.
In between a psycho stalker and a Queen that wants my head. 

What's a rabbit to do? I don't know, this day has been so bizarre.
I guess I'll keep painting, keeping my presence low on their radar.

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John Gondolf Date: 2/4/2019 7:49:00 AM A fun whimsical write, Rebecca, this rabbit's day sounds like my Mondays. I have a question just out of curiosity, why does the title in a number of your poems end with "Inc" ? Any significance to this? Hope your day is better than the rabbit's. John Login to Reply Rebecca Ann Date: 2/4/2019 2:03:00 PM It's also because I'm lazy :) Rebecca Ann Date: 2/4/2019 8:12:00 AM I started doing that a long time ago in college. My college professor would use "Inc" in titles of poems he wrote. I thought that was really cool. I love to write about my favorite characters, its just something I picked up from him when I am writing about a person or fictional being.