My Name is Alice
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Sinking
Falling
Flailing
Down the rabbit hole I go
I’m late, I’m late
for a very important date
of which I have no plan to keep
because only darkness abides there
Drink me,
Eat me,
make me play croquet and drink tea
which I prefer iced
with a sane hatter
though they’re so few and far between
Will that particular caterpillar
ever become a butterfly?
Will what’s in that hookah
make all my troubles disappear?
Off with my head! Off with my head!
the only solution to stop all those crazy thoughts
from becoming things
You! There!
my King of Hearts,
smile at me like a Cheshire Cat
and wake me from my slumber
there’s no judgment in your world
where you feed me tasty morsels
to make me feel (abby) normal again
lest I drown in my own tears
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Such a joy to read. So many things come to mind. Especially A. B. Normal, whose brian was found in a jar. Even thought of The Batman and his 1960’s TV series, with the Mad Hatter. Even as I read it, I heard the news that Mr. Freeze (Eli Wallach) had passed today.
I know it’s a love poem, but it made me nostalgic for the likes of Madeline Kahn, Marty Feldman, Mel Brooks, Gene Wilder, Adam West and all the rest.
Thank you for giving me a smile today.
You’re quite welcome, and I’m so glad I could give you a smile! And that in turn gives me a smile, and a definite hankering to watch Young Frankenstein.
Reblogged this on Fat Bottom Girl Said What and commented:
I wrote this almost 2 years, but am reposting because I feel much the same now, as I did then. I feel lost, like I’ve fallen down some sort of rabbit hole I can’t climb out of.