Alice

My name is Alice. I’m nine years old.
I usually do whatever I’m told.
But one day from boredom, I went down a hole,
chasing a rabbit in there like a mole.
I met the Hatter, who’s mad as can be,
though I had a rather nice time at his tea.
The Cheshire cat looked at me with a smile,
as I played croquet with the Queen for a while.
My parents don’t know the adventures I’ve had.
I think if they did they would say I was mad.
But I found things curiouser than ever before.
Perhaps I’ll visit this strange land once more!
By Carol J. Douglas