Disclaimer: Alice doesn't belong to me, but rather to Lewis Carroll, of whom it is still a wonder if he was in his right mind when he wrote her tales. I'm not sure I was in mind when I wrote mine.
A/N: I'll keep this short. This is my retelling of Wonderland, through poem. I'm not looking for flames or critiques on my style. I wrote it in this fashion, and like it that way. There will be more to follow, probably one every other day until completion. Hope you like my little twistedness.
Wonders in Wonderland
Alice fell asleep today
Sitting in a tree
And as her slumber claimed her
She dreamed a little dream.
She fell into a rabbit's hole
Which was the strangest thing.
For rabbits do not dig holes, you see
In clouds of jaded green.
Confused she was by this fun fact
It teased her mind at once.
But stumbling she followed through,
Her actions a bit extreme.
Tumbling down the passage way
To her great surprise
She soon crashed into someone new
Who offered to be a team.
Laughing as she witnessed
The smudges of mud collect
In pools around my grim set mouth
Sparkling her eyes now beam.
"This is odd." I heard her say
In her joyous voice
Cocking her head to giggle,
Such nonsense it did seem .
"When did you arrive here, dear?"
She happily did ask.
I shrugged my shoulders angrily
My thoughts were halfway steamed.
"I don't know just any more,
So long it has now been
Since I have seen another's face."
My answer necessary it was deemed.
Beckoning in her fair way
She led us along the path
Out into the sunshine there
Where she stopped to preen
Finished with her brushing of hair
Her bow was soon retied
On we marched into a wooded grove
Through to Wonderland's clear stream.
Our adventure has just begun today
What will tomorrow bring
To this jaded, bitter woman
And a giggling little teen?