Alice In Wonderland - one of my favorite storys so i decided to write a poem.
I wait. And watch. For that old white rabbit, with the golden pocket watch. What i would give, just to hear him cry. "IM LATE." "IM LATE" One last time. But, as hours pass. And snow covers grass. I realise, once again. He wont be coming. I guess its ironic, how he's years too late. Even though, he is constantly running. "IM LATE." "IM LATE." Well yes, White rabbit. You are. Once again. Late. How can you forget the time. When its right THERE! Hanging around your, white fluffy neck. Oh white rabbit. Why do i still hope? My own time is running out. I can no longer keep re-windinding this old broken clock. Cant you once, just forget about them. That crazy Mad hatter, and that Cheshire cats grin. Take me back to wonderland. Just one last time. White rabbit. I beg. Before my own eyes, have no more tears To shed. Oh White rabbit. My White Rabbit Will i ever live... to see you again?
I remember well reading the story. You characterized the speaker appropriately for the poem with similar quirks and desires. I recall reading parts that were left out of the story in a magazine once which inspired me to re-read the story again. It is a great one.
I remember well reading the story. You characterized the speaker appropriately for the poem with similar quirks and desires. I recall reading parts that were left out of the story in a magazine once which inspired me to re-read the story again. It is a great one.
This is GREAT!!!! It's so true. As we get older, and more in touch with reality, our childhood dreams slowly fade away, and we lose our wonderlands. I plan on never losing mine. :) Nice job really, great to make you think.
I personally don't like Alice in Wonderland, but I do like the portrayal in this poem. I think you could change some of the periods to comma's, but other than that it was beautifully written.
This is frickin awesome. One of my favorite stories as well. This falls right into place with it, as if it where plucked from the very pages of the story. I wonder how the Mad Hatter would feel of this piece. I think he would think it is mad. But was does it mean to be mad? Is it not simply happiness turned on its ear? Oh the Mad Hatter me friend would be in an awful fright if before he rested his head each night the White Rabbit came hopping through his dreams. It seams to me that though they all be looney as a toon this is a festoon of joys to read.
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