Alice's Green Tea Party

I shall go on a journey down Alice’s
rabbit hole, a need to see for myself
who populates underground palaces,
whose hand is winning for fun, or for wealth.

An old wooden train arrives to meet me;
so onboard I clamber, no turning back.
We ride down to the depths until I see—
There is no we—who’s keeping this on track?

No time for the answer, just go faster,
plunging deeper darker warmer hotter,
a dim passage into something vaster
the central station—there’s the Mad Hatter.

This is the shining star I’ve come to see.
And the White Rabbit, he points crazily
at the white-faced clock—a green tea party!
Is it time yet, asks the Door Mouse hazily.

But where is the great Queen, if I may ask;
I’m sore afraid for my poor aching head.
She’s gone from Wonderland, but still on task.
A throne; then the Jack of Spades she will wed.

This is more bad news than I wish to hear.
I’m going to look up the old Cheshire Cat,
blow smoke rings in the air and drink iced beer.
I’ll ask: Who-o-o R U?  And that will be that.

But wait, here is Alice.  Why are you here,
my dear?  For the green tea party, of course.             
Green tea party?  Too much tax on green beer?
I’ve complained on that till I’ve gone plum hoarse.

A tea party is sure to make history.
Queen will be back and she’ll take no excuses.             
Act now or what’s next will be no mystery.
It’s time to end narcissistic abuses.

But my dear, it is for your head I fear;
heard on the grapevine she’s quite determined.  
Come flee this lair; forget your vain career;
the populace has turned quite like vermin.

Don’t you cry my dear Alice, pale sweet, girl;
Alice of the blue gown—no prom, no crown—          
it doesn’t matter, not a twit, not a twirl,
not a twittle little; Queen’s out of town.
 
Before she has our head on a platter,
we’ll climb quickly aboard the trusty train
that will drive itself through rocks and matter,                                       
back to reason that’s made terribly plain.

Leave the Tweedledee’s and the Tweedledum’s;
Queen’s house of cards will eventually fall,
even the Jack of Spades, and useless bums.
Friends can leave through the mirror, one and all.