a poem, to do with my CB name Options

[racoons > you]

Come with me down the rabbit hole
in the bathroom
of the club
down the paths that Alice trod

'cross the little brooks
to duchess's house
and off to Din
where dwells the jaberwock

the lion and the unicorn
are sitting at the bar
and tweedle dee and tweedle dum
are dressing up for war.

the mock turtle is singing
the king talks to the knave
come kiss me 'neath the chesire's grin
and watch the courtiers play

the queen will come to take our heads
while the hatter drinks his tea
ill be your march hare, will you be my
ecstasy?



...what do you think i know it has no particular structure, but that was kinda my intent