But Alice wasn’t wearing gloves
When we’d all settled down
For a Tea party with Alice
Her three legged cat wasn’t from Cheshire
Only serves to remind us what pressure
Can come of arranging so many tea times
The dormouse who wasn’t asleep
Was really a computer programmer
Mused into his cream and strawberry scone
“She was nearly 20 foot tall this morning
Now look how small she has become”,
The Hatter jested, “insignificant and boring”.
Alice was not alarmed, dismissed feelings of guilt
She enjoyed her tea she went to meet
The Queen of hearts as previously arranged,
A lesbian love affair with her thereafter raged.
The White Rabbit spied a flaw in her credit card
Demanded cash for the convenience, it was hard
But then a Chartered Accountant Rabbit
Really had no choice he had to have it.
Having spoken so highly of the stoned caterpillar
Alice told the Queen of Hearts as they embraced
She was worried about what kind of butterfly
A caterpillar smoking a joint would turn out to be
The Queen snorted, as only Queen’s can, “Don’t be silly,
It’ll turn out to be a member of the House of Lords”.
His pot smoking days are numbered”, queried Alice
“Oh yes! And he’ll become just as bored”.
As all the other previously stoned caterpillars”.
Alice departed and flew through several mirrors
As the dreams started inevitably to wear off,
She was elated and slept for the rest of tomorrow.