My Girl, Alice
I once met Alice in her wonderland,
She showed me around and it was so grand;
There were wonders to behold,
But if the truth be told,
The best was when she held my hand.
Alice is a very sweet gal,
To be truthful she’s my very best pal;
There are many reasons,
No matter the seasons,
She cares not about my morale.
Alice is demure, sexy and sweet,
To be truthful she’s a feminine treat;
She makes my heart swoon,
Takes me to the moon,
Where we cuddle and kiss on a loveseat.
I once met the Jabberwocky,
A monster that was quite cocky;
It slashed and it bit,
It jabbed and it spit,
In Canada it played ice hockey.
(In Britain it was a jockey.)
When I met the eccentric March Hare,
He was on his way to the fair;
I asked him the time,
He quoted some rhyme,
And then kissed my fair lady, Claire.
I was deep in the woods when I heard,
The wild and ferocious Jubjub bird;
It appeared rather near,
I was frozen with fear,
Until Alice spoke her magic word.
At the counter stood the Mad Hatter,
He splattered as he mixed some batter;
He sang as he stirred,
Whistled like a bird,
That he spilled did not seem to matter.
When I met the mean Queen of Hearts,
She was eating some fanciful tarts;
She ate so many,
While she sat on her fanny,
That her whole body broke out in warts.
When I first beheld the Cheshire Cat,
He was well-dressed but he wore no hat;
His grin was disturbing,
His demeanour perturbing,
So I hid inside the nearest vat.
When I first beheld the Knave of Spades,
He wore his hair in ebon braids;
His look was a leer,
That instilled much fear,
In the hearts of all the pretty maids.
(But no worries, I was there to save them.)
© Copyright 2015 Regis Auffray
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Kathy
Good write and enjoyable limerick!
Sandie
Powerful imagery here. Enjoyed! As H Rose said anything related to Alice is a winner for me.
Love and blessings,
Linda
H.D Rose
May love and peace be with you my friend. Jon Michael
My best,
Micki
No limericks from me. I'm rhymed out. Besides, yours are
sooo good.
Wonderful and fun read.
Great limerick.
Lady Mary Ann
Go ask Alice when she's 10 feet tall.
Not as much fun as when she is small.
She's gawky and strange, and slightly rearranged.
Not cute and petite at all.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
You certainly know how to brighten up
the countenance of your readers!
Blessings to you!
Weird was he when he wrote his rhyme,
He must with this one be having a flashback,
Cause he does not of his usual craziness lack,
I hope, in his insanity, he does never jump off a high ledge...-e-