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
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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!"
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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!"
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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!"