If Alice Gave Advice Poem by Susan Lacovara

I feel I've fallen down
into your rabbit hole
of mindless madcap mayhem
while I was merely trying to take
my morning stroll, uninterrupted
I do not care to meet the rabbit
late and lugging too much baggage
on his way to take some tea
with a man of many hats
No I do not care much for a cookie
or a swig of your promised adventure
I've grown too big for this town
and feel small in it's offerings
Rather I'd like to see a Cheshire smile
Without having to answer your ridiculous riddles
If Alice gave advice, perhaps best to listen
I fear not the Queen of Hearts (she's a friend to me)
But this is not a fable in which I seamlessly fit
and through the looking glass, eager to exit
this checkered chessboard catastrophe
of prancing pawns and blinded bishops
And find my knight on my own terms