It wasn’t a town called Alice.

It wasn’t a town called Alice.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The hat I once saw
was not mine but carried far
on Mad Hatter’s head.

During the French time’s
“Off with your bloody head!”
came splitting headaches.

The blade cut all ties,
the body without a head
ran like a chicken.

The headless horseman
gallops towards you and yours
mind over matter.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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you got me interested in this novel written by Nevil Chute and the movie. I like how you use sarcasm relating perhaps to the French revolution or world war two. Heads rolling is a scary things humans perpetrated on others.
Long live Australia...

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thank you King Sami, i hope you and your Kingdom are safe. This was a poem going somewhere but like .. read more
Sami Khalil

5 Years Ago

Wow. You are welcome Emperor Mitchel. I ovdvyour heaps for they are treasures but not the Japanese .. read more

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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