Contrariwise, a poem I wrote sometime last spring: Silly little Alice, Forget all you thought you knew, For deep inside your head, Everything is all askew. If they tell you that one plus one, Equals twelve and half, my dear, Don't worry yourself about it, For two is so last year. Don't even try to be different, Or it'll be "Off with her head!", And you'll find it's better to live a lie, Than it is to end up dead. So heed this socially accepted advice, Ditch any scraps of your insanity, To cavort with the Hare in March, Join the Hatter for a cup of tea. Fritter your days away, Dancing under a Cheshire moon, Don't mind the surrounding chaos, Ignore impending doom. But even as you join in their game, It will suddenly all become clear, Though the world claims to hold the key to sanity, Everyone is quite mad here.

Very nice work!!

Thanks.