Off with your head! Blah Blah Blah
I don’t even like roses. They stink of death
and prick my fingers when I get too close.
Alice simply annoys me with her banter
of shrinking and growing, rabbits and clocks.
I’d rather have a glass of wine than waddle
the garden with those bent cards blasting bugles
announcing a brat must be dealt with.
Tomorrow is today. The rabbit hole has no blue sky.
Be small…Be tall…Be gone! Let me rest on my chins
while you chase there, here, and where it begins.
We all must check in, but few can check out
of the nightmares we walk, the wiggle waggle we talk.
I’ll turn a blind eye where shoes find exits.
Chase what you must, but leave without a whimper.
Precocious is a thorn I want out of my garden!©Susie Clevenger 2018
Real Toads ~ Rhubarb
Comments
'I’d rather have a glass of wine than waddle
the garden with those bent cards blasting bugles'
and
'Be small…Be tall…Be gone! Let me rest on my chins
while you chase there, here, and where it begins'.
'I’d rather have a glass of wine than waddle
the garden with those bent cards blasting bugles'
and
'Be small…Be tall…Be gone! Let me rest on my chins
while you chase there, here, and where it begins'.
Sorry, I couldn't resist! :-)
Precocious is a thorn I want out of my garden!
Yes, life is such! Just do one's own thing and be in control!
Hank
The whole poem is wonderfully iconoclastic. Someone has to put Alice in her place.
;-)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wfp8EB179g
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- loved "Let me rest on my chins"