whatever!

The white rabbit has walked in
walking in circles trying to help him find a door
his clock dangles his chain jangles
this time keeper so very important
or so he makes you believe could just be another
self serving jackass dresses in rabbit clothes
wanting you to follow him
his date no less important than yours
but with all the hustle
your drawn in
following him you go
the cat smirks thinking your both jerks
he is his own master
appearing only when he needs a laugh or aid in disaster
the weirdness of your travels
spot of tea with a man whose hat as big as he
mushrooms that hold the key
flowers that sing and twins that dance
find your way home now not a chance
the riddles of the caterpillar make no sense
flying away over the fence
the rabbit runs through again you follow
the cards shuffle, the roses are red
in another hour you'll be dead
off with their heads
commands the queen
large in stacher ,demanding bitch
this little white rabbit was on her side
a mirror she carries in her hand to see behind
greeting her fans, the moment she turns and looks away
dashing, daring, swearing I fumble the shiny piece of glass
falling me and the mirror on my ass
the moment we both had touched the ground
I was no longer there,but homeward bound
over the grass and through the door
thought not a dream but something more.
who would believe little old me
just a girl who took a nap under the tree.