Oz in Wonderland (Blogophilia 16.10)
A woman in ruby red shoes Out of place on the porch Blue smock and white pinafore Clutching a rabbits foot Older than the hills, younger than a baby Her story is to behold Long ago In a wheat field The storm blew, lifting her gingham skirts High above the rainbow A yellow brick road in the distance But it was not to be The slide formed Past the pot o'gold she went. Falling, Falling Landing with a bump On top of a blonde haired girl. "Oh, excuse me. She said, lending a hand Who are you?" Brushing the dust "Alice. " She replied "I'm hunting rabbit And, you?" "Dorothy. I'm running from an old maid." Alice frowned "Well, before you rudely dropped in Honey Bunny went left." Curious, Dorothy asked "Is it true what they say?" Alice smirked "Much more to the story Than officially told. I wasn't so innocent I was so bold. Peeking in...