Alice
Rain poured off the churches eaves,
And dripped from the changing leaves,
The morning Alice returned,
Petticoat torn, her hemline burned.
They said she was different,
They said she had changed,
They said she was more or less deranged.

She chattered about Jabberwocks,
While licking at prismatic lollipops,
Alice wandered, had no other goal,
Than looking for vacant rabbit holes.
They told me she’s back in Wonderland,
They told me she’s left again,
They told me she’s chronically insane.