Tea Party

• Jasmin Conolan, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

Alice down the hole, Mad Hatter at the table
I know I belong here, and I'll stay while I'm able
They seem friendly- I think I'll stay
What could happen to a Hare, anyway?
This tea is lovely, the people are sweet
Maliumpkin and Hatter were nice to meet,
But if I don't leave I never will.
I feel like I have taken a crazy pill...
The decent was glorious and fun,
but I am afraid that I must run.
I left the kettle on and SPOON.
Ha ha ha here I go, just like a loon
Yet again I've lost my marbles and my head,
maybe the Hatter has a spare? Yet I dread-
No. I will not mention her. A cup is flying-
through the air! The guards are spying...
Did I throw that? Oh no... Here they come.
I feel a change, my brain's going numb.
The Hatter calls Change Places and I comply,
for if I don't, off my seat I'll fly.
Do I have a choice? He calls March Hare-
Is that my name? Do I even still care?
My sanity is gone and now I'm stuck.
At least here I'm wanted- what luck.