As the March Hare forlornly sighed
Studying the cracked thrunge plate
The White Rabbit frantically cried,
“This can’t be… I’m late! I’m late!”
Out in the aether a smile appeared
When the Cheshire Cat spoke
When the derelict ship suddenly veered
To avoid the moriartious smoke.
“Avast there, Cloud drifters to the port!
Hit one of those vicious critters
And Alice will wind up in court!”
That thought gave the girl the jitters
While she desperately spun the wheel.
“Snozzle the buggers!” she exclaimed
“I’ve heard they’re not even real…
Or maybe just highly maimed.
Full speed ahead
Without any dread
I’ll be on time
With my rhyme
No matter what else is said!”
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