The Fancy Rabbit

A poem based from the characters from the story Alice in Wonderlad, written from Alice's point of view.

I remember him quite clearly, for it would be hard to forget,

the fancy mister rabbit who was quite quick,

for when he scampered across the meadow I caught a glimpse of something shine,

it was a lovely pocket watch and it was very divine.

But bother! What would a rabbit be doing in possession of a watch?

My curiosity arouse and a chase was commenced.

Out the yard I was, through the fence,

out into the meadow where I last saw him hence.

His furry little feet were very swift,

and I could barely keep sight of the little kip.

Through the daisies and pansies we dashed,

I was sure I could catch him, but he was so fast!

So a question I asked,

“Mister Rabbit please! Could you spare a second?

Where are you off too so very rapid?”

He came to a pause, and stood up straight and tall,

gathered up his musk and answered my call,

“Why I’m late! Oh dear so late! I haven't the time to chat!

Pardon me dear but I have to go and that’s that!”

He continued his journey as I trailed along,

and through a forest is where we came upon,

then finally after all the dashing, he came to a halt,

to the stump of a large oak that was quite tall,

at the base of the great tree was the mouth of the Earth,

a massive hole that seemed very berserk,

down the fancy mister rabbit plunged into the quirky hole,

and I wonder where could that fancy rabbit possibly have gone,

so with my curiosity at it’s peak I decided to follow him down,

or rather was it up?

I was destined to venture to a place where it would be hard to turn back,

it changed me forever.

Difficult to describe, but magnificent and mysterious it was,

 

I guess you would call it Wonderland I suppose...