Flamingo fantasy, Looking Glass lies
Assert with certain uncertainty
What is balderdash and what is guise
Reflections of childish purity

Gaze back and attract
Whimsical wild child
In adult garb bric a brac
Looking Glass wilderness abide

Step through if you dare
It calls to her impudence
She could not pass on a scare
So through the Glass with out a glance

She steps to meet Alice.
and Mr Flamingo an obstinate pink.
He Pokes his beak at her without malice
Evokes a loud raucous guffaw and blinks

Predictably unpredictable you know
She Grabs Alice by the hand
Mr flamingo by his beak that blows
And Prances off to some music band

They shimmy and shake with glee
Laugh and giggle pronounce
Kids we are kids we will be
'Til there are no years left to count

Nightfall approaches and the music slows
Alice lays in the tracks of their play
Pouting her lip is morose
And back through the mirror she wades

It is twilight, the sky is bereft
And She seems to have lost count
Of all the years she has left
It matters not how they mount

Kids we are kids we will be
As long as the Flamingo's are pink
And the music plays loud and giddy
And the Looking Glass is in synch

07/27/2009