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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label poor Alice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poor Alice. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

A Half-Baked Nursery Rhyme

Cake under your pillow, you'll dream of your groom
A bite of some cake, you're too big for the room

Let them eat cake when they haven't the bread
Say the wrong thing and it's off with your head

A slice with the baby, you bring the next cake
Poor Gretel was put in an oven to bake

You can't have your cake and then eat it too
Be a sweet little girl, and they will eat you!



Friday, November 11, 2011

Alice in Migraine Land

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The Queen of Hearts
has baked some tarts
but they had MSG
now Alice has a migraine
and can't hold down her tea.

Her head feels like a blimp now
her legs are made of lead
There's pounding in her ears and
Alice wants to go to bed!

The caterpillar's smoking
is making Alice queasy
If pain vanished like Cheshire Cats
then life would be so easy!

One potion makes her larger
One potion makes her small
but Alice knows the awful truth-
There is no cure at all.