A WHITE RABBIT TALE

I found my soul hidden
in a dark hole in
the depths of despair
How did it get there?
I will never know.

A white rabbit walked by
and tried to grab it, but I
intervened just in time
washed off the grime
that my soul had gathered

The rabbit invited me
for a nice cuppa tea
and cakes. I licked my lips
Home baked. It was tempting
but thoughts were fermenting
It'll go straight to my hips.

Declining his kind offer
I asked him the way out
as the moisture filled air
in the depths of despair
was ruining my hair that day
a map he showed me
took a nap after tea
and off I went on my way.

Now when I visit
the depths of despair
I know i'm not alone

the white rabbit lives there.

D.Hinson