There's Alice by the window
There's Alice on the floor
She used to be my Alice
But now she is no more.
She left her little children
To live in Tinder and
So she could be your Alice
And any other mans.
Five things she knows fore breakfast
That never can be true
She thinks them by the window
They brought her there to you.
Five things she knows 'fore breakfast
Not easy to believe
My poor deluded Alice
Men flatter to deceive.
She knows she does not love me
Her friends tell her it's so
They helped her to forget me
They said "it's time to go"
She knows that I abused her
With many unkind word
But through the Hatter's babble
The truth is left unheard.
She knows there's joy in unions
Forged on the internet
Though all she feels is empty
For all the men she's met.
She knows that there is beauty
In being admired by men
Though of the men who see her
Few visit her again.
She knows that being a mother
Is a deep source of joy
But she's not here to nurture
Her little girl and boy.
There's Alice by the window
There's Alice on the floor
She used to be my Alice
But isn't any more.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A ballad for the Internet Age.
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Comments3
Well done. Particularly like the opening and closing verses.
Thank you. It's Lewis Carrolls birthday today, so this seemed appropriate to post.
Excellent memorial to a great wordsmith.
Anniversary of his death rather, I think.
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