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Over the meadow and through the wood
Follow the rabbit from where he stood
He ran through the flowers and the vegetable garden
Then suddenly he stopped and said, "I beg your pardon,"

"I must have the time. Do you have the time?
I seem to have lost that watch of mine.
I cannot be late. I've got to hurry.
The queen will surely be in a fury!"

Alice stopped in her tracks. "Did that rabbit speak?"
Alice must be dreaming. Her knees became weak.
She stared and stared, it was just a white rabbit.
"This eating before bed, I must break the habit."

Then the rabbit hopped again, going this way and that.
He did look peculiar in coat and hat.
As he disappeared the ground seemed to rumble.
And down the rabbit hole Alice tumbled.

After what seemed like an endless time
Alice gently landed on her behind.
Before her stood a three legged glass table
Holding a bottle that said, "Drink me", on the label.

Alice threw caution to the wind.
She drank down the contents and wiped her chin.
Then Alice was wishing that she had thought twice.
Because what happened next was not very nice.

Alice began to shrink, and shrink, and shrink.
She wished she had not drank that drink.
She thought she would surely fade right away.
"Such strange things are happening to me today!"

Alice saw a cake on a little glass plate.
The label said, "Eat me", so Alice ate.
She grew, and grew, and grew!
"I'm nine feet tall! What am I to do?"

Big crocodile tears fell from her eyes
Until she was carried away by the tide.
To an even more curious looking place.
Where Alice stood up all wet, wiping her face.

At a tea party the March Hare argued with the Mad Hatter.
And Alice tried to figure out what was the matter.
She wanted to join them, to sit with them, too.
'Though chairs were plenty, they cried, "No - no room for you!"

Alice replied, "Oh, but there's more than enough,
Your manners need not be so rough!"
She scolded them fiercely before she departed.
Then Alice left them feeling broken hearted.

A caterpillar on a mushroom sat.
Took up his pipe and began to chat.
"How odd", thought Alice, "such things as that."
Strange things were beginning to feel like old hat.

"Can you tell me please, which way I must go?"
Caterpillar replied, "I do not know.
It depends on where you want to get."
But Alice did not know that yet.

Later Alice stumbled upon cards painting roses.
They had hands, and feet, and pointed noses.
Number five said, "The queen does not like them white".
Number two said, "We have to set everything right"

With the sound of a trumpet a silence was made.
Everyone stood watching the queen's parade.
The Queen of Hearts came ranting and raving.
"Off with his head!" Her arms curiously waving.

The soldiers were marching, their suits shining bright.
Spades and hearts were a-plenty, to the queen's delight.
The queen called to Alice, "Can you play croquet?
Come on, come on, I haven't all day!"

Alice took up her mallet, a fussy flamingo.
Her ball was a hedgehog, but where did it go?
Everyone was taking their turn all together,
Like rain, snow, and sunshine in the same weather.

So very confused poor Alice became.
She could hardly remember her very own name.
She cried, "Twinkle, twinkle little star,
Please, won't you tell me where we are?"

Then Alice saw the cheshire cat.
"Can't you tell me where I'm at?"
The cheshire cat grinned as he faded away.
"I think I'll not tell you that today."

Alice whirled 'round when she heard the commotion.
The Queen of Hearts shouted the wildest notion.
She pointed her finger directly at Alice.
Her voice was filled with nothing but malice.

"You stole the tarts! Off with her head!"
"You cannot do that", Alice said.
"You are nothing but a pack od cards."
She looked the queen in the eye, staring hard.

"Off with her head! Off with her head!"
The queen shouted louder, "just do as I said!"
The cards gathered 'round Alice and flew in her face.
She felt like her eyes had been filled with mace.

Alice threw up her hands to shelter her eyes.
She wondered if this would be her demise.
Her sister awakened her when she suddenly screamed
For Alice, this adventure had all been a dream.


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The following comments are for "A Retelling of Alice's Adventures In Wonderland"
by angelwings

A Retelling of Alice's Adventures In Wonderland
I wrote this poem for A Story Telling course in Cultural Studies while in university working on my Anthropology Degree. There was no final exam in this course. In its place we had to tell a story; hence the story telling course. This is what fell out of my pen.

( Posted by: angelwings [Member] On: November 4, 2004 )





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