Wonderland Fable
The table is set for tea, the tea is on the table,
We will drink the table, and eat off the tea if we're able.
Wonderland is a dream, and you Alice, you are a fable.
The clock stopped at half past three,
now the door mouse sleeps in the stable.
Trinkets and thinkets, and whatcha-ma-callets,
And crumpets of pure delight,
The tea is drugges, by our own hand we're slugged,
And pass out on the table for night.
But what is dark to tea time in the park,
it's the party that never ends,
And when we drown in the wine of sweet boy Valentine, the candles never lose their spark.
The Hatter is mad, he makes smiles from sad,
He loosens the tears from the grin,
They are only teases, and does what he pleases,
Then laughs when she calls it a sin.
When the teapot drops, they feel the world might stop,
and the tablecloth will unravel their minds,
While being perpetually lazy, they are sentenced to go crazy, plaid is all they can find.
The Mad hatter jumps, spills all the sugar lumps, and continues to soak up the tea,
Alice, you are more of a fable, than this forever set table,
Hell, you're more fable than me, than me,
You're invited to tea with me...
Written 1994. Princess.
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