Poem
'Mayhem' a poem by Chris Wallace-Crabbe
by Chris Wallace-Crabbe •
‘It’s something like learning geography,’ thought
Alice, as she stood on tiptoe in hopes of being able
to see a little further.
Through the Looking-Glass
Our mob was fond of Tweedledee
Because it was cutely seen
That he would rustle up the tribes
And thump the old Red Queen.
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