Riding Carroll’s CoattailsEdit
By Christopher J. Bradley
4/27/2003 1:49:27 PM
Never even having read him
It is yet another merry merry unbirthday to me.
Sit gawking and chuckling aimlessly.
Noodle into the distance
While smoke rings burst
Among the singing tulips
And the jaded well preened roses.
The white rabbit shuttles himself
From the windmill house
While Alice explodes through doorways
After she chases him
Dragging the mushroom cap with her
As she shrinks.
The deck is dealt by the master shuffler
The flamingoes are straightened
And bop headed for croquet
On the Queen of Hearts
Fresh Green Turf
Until the call “Off with Her Head!”
Awakens me to a book
Spelled out in Rhyme.