*The following poem was written for Vocal Media's Abcdearian challenge, and is inspired by the creative geniuses of Lewis Carroll and Roald Dahl. Please enjoy!
Alice sweet Alice, now old and blonder sat entranced at the dance while
brillig drew near
caught glimpses of frenemies
dware and too daunting
eccentrical memories
furthest and dear
"good evening to you,"
hatter eyed her while twitching
"i am no longer mad"
"just a little, it's true,"
kecked the dormouse but ol' march hare indicted,
"liars, oh liars, what they're saying ain't true."
momeraths bumped and they fizzered
naughty cheers for the festives
o'er slithy toves' borogroves
pairs trazzled and frooved
"quite the marital beasties"
raved the Queen and her creatures
still, Connie and Blythe spun and danced 'til they grew
tottered this way and that route towards the kitchen
unaware of the path their trendtanglement took
vemous whipperstich tossings, disfunkeled turnings
while onlookers looked (while they looked and they looked)
"xallioo xalliay," sang the tweedles once finished
yes the jolly mates emerged with pastries they baked
"zaloodoo," called our Alice, still up for adventures, "now let us eat cake, oh please let us eat cake!"
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Comments (3)
Absolutely brilliant! Loved this entry. “I am no longer mad, just a little tis true” made me laugh soooo much. Great job!
Dude! This deserves Top Story AND a placement in the challenge. I LOVE THIS!! So damn creative! My favorite bit: unaware of the path their trendtanglement took vemous whipperstich tossings, disfunkeled turnings while onlookers looked (while they looked and they looked) "xallioo xalliay," sang the tweedles once finished yes the jolly mates emerged with pastries they baked "zaloodoo," called our Alice, still up for adventures, "now let us eat cake, oh please let us eat cake!"
This is beautifully written. Well done.