Afternoon T-Shirt With Alice (Part 2)

Pete the poet

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.

 

  • Author: Pete the Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 29th, 2025 02:48
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  • sorenbarrett

    A fun revised version of the original classic tale told in tecnicolor and Imax it jumps off the page as one goes down the rabbit hole. A fun read

    • Pete the poet

      thank you for your positive comments

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome

      • Paul Bell

        Stoned silly in the House of Lords.
        If only that was true, the rabbit said.
        Alice laughed, and the ''silly'' was taken out.

        • Pete the poet

          thanks for your suggestion

          • Paul Bell

            How do you get a gig in the lords, it's like money for nothing.



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