in her least favorite dream
it wasnt the things she had said that
bothered her
it was always the things she was asked
she knew she could solve things above ground
after all, she always did well in school,
regardless of the task
but here in the one blue dress the only one she seemed to have
brought with her
all questions had no answers
or else, they had the wrong ones
and the Doormouse KNEW it.
so she outgrew the houses, one by one
till all tea parties were done
then only the trial remained
for which there was no clue
no matter how hard she studied
her head was filled with rue.
nothing nothing filled the teacups.
the only solution
was to wake up
mary angela douglas 27 february 2021
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