Poor Little Alice

Poor little Alice
Fell down the rabbit hole
She bumped her head 
And bruised her soul,
And when she awoke
In the the garden of singing flowers
Alice began to grow.
And poor little Alice 
Wasn't so little anymore

Wonderland

WONDERLAND

In this Wonderland,
this twisted Wonderland
where grinning faces
and shinning places are all that you see,
where singing flowers
and giant towers
seem to rule the scene,
where queens have power
and all others cower.
In this rotting Wonderland