Wonderland Poems

Chapter 2: When One Talks In Riddles

When one talks in riddles

And dances in code

It is easy to guess

Their humble abode

When rabbits have kid gloves

And dodos can race

It easy to know

The exact place

When queens play croquet

With feather and spike

It is easy to guess

Try, if you like

With maddest of hatters

And gossiping flowers

And singing dormouses

And small cakes with powers

Where time has a face

And gryphons argue with girls

Where babes can be pigs

And the world twists and then twirls

Where mirrors are doors

By another name 

Those that venture there

Are never the same

Where truly we are all

The dream of a man

Nonsense and non-sense

It's Wonderland!