Hawaiian Supermom

Alice sweet Alice, now old and blonder sat entranced at the dance while

brillig drew near

caught glimpses of frenemies 

dware and too daunting

eccentrical memories 

furthest and dear

“good evening to you,”

hatter eyed her while twitching

“i am no longer mad”

“just a little, it’s true,”

kecked the dormouse but ol’ march hare indicted,

“liars, oh liars, what they’re saying ain’t true.”

momeraths bumped and they fizzered

naughty cheers for the festives

o’er slithy toves’ borogroves

pairs trazzled and frooved

“quite the marital beasties”

raved the Queen and her creatures 

still, Connie and Blythe spun and danced ’til they grew

tottered this way and that route towards the kitchen

unaware of the path their trendtanglement took

vemous whipperstich tossings, disfunkeled turnings

while onlookers looked (while they looked and they looked)

“xallioo xalliay,” sang the tweedles once finished

yes the jolly mates emerged with pastries they baked

“zaloodoo,” called our Alice, still up for adventures, “now let us eat cake, oh please let us eat cake!”

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