She’s seeing them again
(she’s late, so late)
and questioning her sanity
and her size.
Drink me, shrink me
calls the brew
(she’s late, so late) and there are two
(tweedle)
twins to ponder.
She wonders
what the Queen of Hearts will say
when she sees these tears.
No matter, anyway.
We’re all mad here.
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Catching up. This was yesterday’s poem.
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Loved your last line. Well done.
Thank you! And ’tis true. 😉