Once upon a gloaming dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
over a book of quaint Lewisian Lore
I came upon a tale so disturbing, I tell you it was quite unnerving
The Adventures of a girl in a place of logic curving, swerving into madness one deplores
"Tis merely a stab at new math," I reasoned, "Merely this and little more"
Yet Alice's wrath shakes me to the core
And yet clearly I could read, how Alice made Wonderland bleed
As her curiosity she would feed, from flower bed to Mock Turtle's shore
Ever was her size a changing, by cakes and mushroom bites exchanging
Wonderland she was re-arranging, homes broken and queens endangering
"Curious" She cried, "And curiousor!"
Tea parties she crashed, leaving their ruins to smolder
her mad indifference ever colder, picking apart this world ever bolder
Why I think she even killed some soldiers! Scattered them like cards upon the floor
Madness taking her, and remaking her, into a monster any sane man would abhor
"Curious!" She howled, "And Curiousor!"
There is no haven, home, or palace-that can keep out the Alice
As she destroys that which is different, different from her!
As she bites growing cakes or drinks from shrinking chalice, now with a thirst for ruining
ruining more!
Alice cries, as her wrath she lets flies!
"CURIOUS! AND CURIOUSOR!"