Starring:
Alice
big fall
too tall
The White Rabbit
big date
too late
The Caterpillar
took toke
then spoke
The Cheshire Cat
grin's there
cat's where?
The Mad Hatter
no "buts"
he's nuts
The March Hare
insane
hare-brain
The Dormouse
I'm caught
teapot
The Queen of Hearts
she said
chop head
The Mock Turtle
appears
fake tears
Tweedledee and Tweedledum
dumb guys
bow ties
The Jabberwock
cool talk
J-wock
Look! Can you see? Out of the window?
Snowflakes are falling, white blankets are forming.
Patience, little one,
Soon it will be quilted and quiet.
Not far away, three small mammals are doing their sleeping:
The dormouse, pipistrel and the solitary hedgehog -
Mystical prickled pig of the hedgerow.
Ssh, she's away with the fairies.
Snug in her nest, may her slumbers be blessed.
One in a million,
She's a spherical urchin
Curled tight on a cushion of twigs.
Hedgehog is dreaming, snuffling,
To chobble on tanklements of millipede and earwig.
No, no, no!
No mediaeval harbinger of doom -
She's a bristly broom,
Self-anointed by toad skin and poo,
She brushes in spring anew.
And in the half-lit, moonlit summers,
Her little donnies will write spells -
Not ‘ills’, with her quills,
As trails of silvered cursive script
In the glistening ink of snails -
Near nanny’s pots and pails on the patio.
Later, little one,
Her thorny needles will stitch cobwebs of autumn
Between the railings on the hill,
Knitting together a tapestry of seasons.
Shapeshifting.
Bewitching.
tawny owl
is hooting twit-twoo ~
dormouse hides
I cannot make it simpler, plainer, flatter:
do not mistake my words for salesman’s patter:
‘direct’ is not the same as ‘idle chatter’.
You own a thing you never ought to shatter –
you got your Constitution on a platter,
and ‘peace’ beats ‘bleeding’. Never opt for spatter!
The former’s better (trust me) than the latter.
It’s fish that’s nourishing – ignore the batter
(the only thing it does is make you fatter).
We Europeans know. We have the data.
When enemies come challenging, don’t scatter.
Repose is better for your soul than clatter,
the dormouse wiser than the loony Hatter.
Thank you for your attention to this matter.
I was sitting on the wall
And I suffered a great fall
Stupid horses came around
Couldn’t see me on the ground
Then of course, Kings men attend
None of them knew how to mend
They kicked off my pieces, scattered
Left me lying ruined, shattered
Then Mad Hatter picked my bits
Took me home in paper sheets
Glued me thoroughly, with care
And his company, March Hare
Treated me with jasmine tea
Which the Dormouse brewed for me
Sitting in a comfy bowl
I won’t try another fall
I’m recovered from that stroke
But those Kings men, what a joke
I was lucky to get Hatter
With the mind that’s over matter
Now I’m living like a king
Chapped, but still a precious thing.
There was a little dormouse
Who lived outside the house
He slept inside a small shoe
waking in the night
To find his dream had come true.
camouflaged nature
cornfield dormouse sleeping sound
silken web shimmers
There's this nasty lady living right
by ours
A cranky old mare holed up next to our house
Her garden is minging and her blinds
are a lot worse
She acts dead weird, I reckon she's proper mental
Her knees are knobby and her walk is
a bit wonky
The foreign woman next door has no right to be here
She doesn't fit in so she stays out of sight
She has no mates, always mutters to herself
We want her out, she's not one of us
Let's egg her house for a laugh and scare the pants off her
So they pelted my door with rotten eggs then posted dog poo through the mail slot
While I remained quiet as a dormouse
and prayed they would just let me be
The natives glozed over their mean deeds
And claimed they meant no offense
My hands were tied, what with being odd man out
So I chose to feign indifference, and passed the baton to the Gods of karma
While I laid back to feast on a larger slice
Of this local brand of hospitality
A SIGHT FOR STRAW EYES
I have a little scarecrow friend,
To his eyes I must attend,
The straw is poking through you see,
So I see him, he can't see me.
But when I saw him just last week,
I heard a tiny little squeak,
Upon my further investigation
I found a Dormouse in location.
A cosy little nest she'd made,
And there four tiny babies laid,
I made my vow to let them be
Now my scarecrow would not see.
I turned and headed for the stile,
Something wonderous made me smile,
It was a whisper on the wind,
I turned around, my scarecrow grinned.
Thank you Sir for doing right,
Mrs. Dormouse she got such a fright,
You see my eyes are her safe haven,
From wind and rain and crow and raven.
A tear rolled down my dusty face,
What magic was there in this place,
My scarecrow gave his eyes you see,
A greater love there cannot be.
I did return and he spoke to me,
And through my eyes I let him see,
A family of Dormice having fun,
Scurrying, laughing in the sun..
A SIGHT FOR STRAW EYES
I have a little scarecrow friend,
To his eyes I must attend,
The straw is poking through you see,
So I see him, he can't see me.
But when I saw him just last week,
I heard a tiny little squeak,
Upon my further investigation
I found a Dormouse in location.
A cosy little nest she'd made,
And there four tiny babies laid,
I made my vow to let them be
Now my scarecrow would not see.
I turned and headed for the stile,
Something wonderous made me smile,
It was a whisper on the wind,
I turned around, my scarecrow grinned.
Thank you Sir for doing right,
Mrs. Dormouse she got such a fright,
You see my eyes are her safe haven,
From wind and rain and crow and raven.
A tear rolled down my dusty face,
What magic was there in this place,
My scarecrow gave his eyes you see,
A greater love there cannot be.
I did return and he spoke to me,
And through my eyes I let him see,
A family of Dormice having fun,
Scurrying, laughing in the sun..
The boy was hopping
The girl was skipping
The baby was bouncing
While the man was kipping
The cat was pouncing
The dog was dancing
The music was bobbing
The sound was throbbing
The dormouse slept
When a lion leapt
As a pig walked by
With a blinking eye
Away he crept
Somewhere else
Nobody's sure where
A gymnast vaulted
Straight up in the air
This nonsense poem
Has been hard work
Carelessly written
By a complete and utter jerk
Alice in Unreality Land
Tweedle Dee was acting frivolously dumb,
Whilst Mock Turtle’s face sullen and glum.
Not unusually White Rabbit was late,
Alice grew large compressed in a gate.
Absent minded Dodo, helpful so polite,
Gryphon has wings but cannot take flight.
A Cat from Cheshire grinning ear to ear,
The Queen has a King, so kindly my dear.
Remover of Monsters our Lizard man Bill,
Caterpillar smokes Hookah with obstinate will.
March Hare so ridiculous, loudly insane,
Dozy Dormouse in Teapot doesn’t complain.
Unbirthday parties of a Hatter so mad,
Duchess is curious, neither good nor bad.
Lewis Carroll wrote a surreal world of confusion,
A curiosity tale filled of unreality and illusion.
Written 8.10.18
Daisy Dormouse
My dearest Daisy Dormouse,
will you invite me in for tea?
I seek your hand in Marriage,
what will your answer be?
Dear Sir, my heart you flatter,
but I cannot marry you,
Mother say’s you’re a Rat
and betrothed to Chantelle Shrew.
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