It's Midnight for goodness sakes
What are you doing out
White little rabbit
Crossing the road
Right in front of the car?
You're lucky it's misty
And we had to slow down.
What's the hurry,
You couldn't wait for us to pass by?
Was the queen by any chance
Asking for more heads?
Or has Alice committed
Some untold crimes?
Are you running late
As usual for your appointment
Or your last cup of tea?
I'm sure a tea cosy
Will keep it hot,
Oh dear , the mist is turning
Into a blanketing fog
And the trees morph
Into a monstrous forest.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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