Wonderland

Down the Rabbit Hole
A key rests on a table
A drink and a bite,
Will everything be alright?

Through the small door
Into a talking garden
Across the pool of massive tears
What a magnificent fear

A tea party with a Hatter
It really couldn’t get any madder
“Why is a raven like a writing desk?”
Stuck at six o’clock with all the latter

‘Play the hand of card you’re dealt,’
Says the rabbit.
‘Otherwise, the Red Queen will be off with your head,
It’s her rather awful habit.’

The Cheshire Cat smiles
And it all becomes worthwhile
The moon and stars gleam
Was it all just a dream?