Cabbages and Kings – Author Susan E. Birch

 

I sat beside a chuckling brook

Beneath the trees, a shady nook,

To browse a passage of my book.

The buzzing bees, the gentle breeze,

And heat of day soon overtook

And I began to drowse.

A nudge awoke me, there she stood

Looking as I thought she would

In pinafore of pristine white

Her eyes and dress cornflower bright

And reaching up a delicate hand

To settle the eponymous ‘band’.

“If you won’t take the time …” said she

“We’ll never get where we need to be”.

And with a frown she then looked down

To where I had been dozing.

Pointing out the rabbit hole

On which I’d been reposing

and I….FELL

 

…….and landed with a certain flair

Upon a somewhat wobbly chair

Placed at a table fair and square.

“Oh do drop in…” the hatter smirked

“…. and kindly take your ease. Have some tea

And sandwiches. Have anything you please”.

“But tell me first, I beg you say…”

(and his tone now dripped with malice)

“…before we send you on your way,

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH ALICE?”

“Cease this at once” said a gentle voice

“You know, when falling, we have no choice.

She smiled politely and daintily sat.

 

“I’ve been” she said” to see the cat”

The Hatter asked what the cat had to say

“Oh the cat wasn’t in, and I firmly refuse to

Converse with his grin, it’s far too sane”.

I thought this statement quite inane

just as I….FELL

…….And bounced upon a Tweedle who,

Without a bow or ‘how do you do’,

But with a somewhat purple face

Asked if I was in the race

As if people falling from the sky

Was ‘everyday’ and ‘by the by’

I hadn’t come for a caucus race

But jogged along to keep the pace.

Dum and Dee, right by my side,

Assured me I would soon be dried

From all the tears that Alice wept.

So, caucusing, we gaily stepped

Until “Race over!” the Dodo cried

And everyone looked behind with pride

To measure just how far they’d run

And calculate a circular sum.

‘Award the prize’ said the Lory to me

But at that moment, thankfully I ….FELL

 

…Into a dune quite deep and steep

Where perched the Carpenter to weep.

‘Just let him be’ the Walrus said

‘And help me find an oyster bed!

Time to exercise again

Stretch the legs and air the brain! ‘

I stared at him suspiciously,

He raised an eyebrow back at me.

 

I crossed my arms and shook my head

‘You forget I’ve read the book ‘ I said

‘To feed your greed you basely lied

And carried out molluscacide! ‘

The Carpenter sniffed and sobbed some more

The Walrus huffed and paced the shore.

‘Twas only meant to be a snack

We truly meant to take them back

But they were so deliciously plump

A bit like you ‘ …this made me jump

So that I….FELL

 

…And landed on a roof of thatch

Then slid onto a carrot patch.

The Rabbit cried out “Mary-Anne,

Bring out here my gloves and fan.”

Oh-Oh, I thought, don’t touch the ‘shrooms

Or else I’ll grow to fill the rooms.

The Rabbit fussed and checked the time,

Then, as his watch began to chime,

He shrieked “I am so very late!”

And ran out of the garden gate.

He quickly disappeared from view

Without goodbye or fond adieu

Just as I …..FELL

 

…And found myself in an easy chair

Beside a fire and aware of a glare

From an elderly gent clutching a book

Who, with a somewhat bewildered look,

Asked me what I was doing in his room

And please would I leave and make it soon!

I told of my journey and the fix I was in,

It was at this point he started to grin.

“I’m Charles Dodgeson he said and I wrote that book

For I went on that madcap journey you took.

I know how you feel for it almost drove me insane.

I fear my dear Alice has been meddling again.

Leave this to me, I will take Alice to task

But there is just one small thing I would ask.

Please, when you leave, don’t fall through the floor

Just curtsy politely and leave by the door.”

 

© Susan E Birch

Excerpt from the book “Down The Rabbit Hole”


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Down the Rabbit Hole” is a collective work of writings from poets who like you, live their lives inundated with the challenges and demands of everyday life. They have unlocked the door to boundaries we all make for ourselves and turned those boundaries into fantastic, beautiful worlds to both help ease the boredom and perhaps spark the imagination.

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