Seeing Double Trouble
~We're all a little Mad here~
"Alice!!"
the rabbit hole
don't look down
temptations await
drink me
eat me
...show me that big smile
wont you...
I promise I wont bite
puff puff pass
do you want a taste
suit yourself
choice is yours
a bright red rose
perhaps...
a spot of tea
would you please
just to pair with cake
happy happy birthday to me
happy happy birthday to you
tick tick tock
I'm late, I'm late
for a very a important date
down the rabbit hole
will you accompany me
"Alice!"
~~~what goes down must come up~~~
*Whimsy Inspired submission for the Inverse Challenge*
About the Creator
Hayley Matto
Just a 26yr old processing the 🌎 one sh*tty poem at a time. Need human connection or just killing time?
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Comments (5)
This was great.
This was so good loved the rhythm and flow. Both ways this was outstanding!
Oooo, this reads so well forwards and in reverse! You nailed this!
How fun and you nailed the inverse!
This was incredibly fun. Great effort and entry. Happily subscribed