‘Where is Alice’ by Paris Michael

Where was it that Alice went,
One bright and shining day,
A rabbit’s lair, beneath the blare,
A restless child at play,

And where was it that Alice was,
To greet a smoking bug,
Who’s pipe spelled words,
Such tales unheard,
If ever were heard of,

So, where was it that Alice strayed,
To see a grinning cat,
Imagine where her two feet led,
A madder in a hat…

Where possibly did Alice tred,
To come across a queen,
With playing card as private guards,
Such odd, peculiar beings,

Now where on earth could Alice be,
Poor Alice, lost, unfound,
Perhaps she’ll reemerge some day,
From the hole that she fell down.

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Dusty Grein February 19, 2017

Wow. Thank you so very much for this. It was refreshing and humorous. The subject of Alice and her adventures has been done, and redone until it seems overdone, but to find a light-hearted and whimsical poem about the story was a treat.

From a technical standpoint, I must ask about stanza #2. Why the extra line and the almost Limerickish (sp??) quality … not that I didn’t like it, it just seemed a bit out of place … or maybe that was the point – it was a bit like Alice … just slightly out of place in Wonderland, but fitting rather nicely anyway.

Well done. 🙂