Is This Muchness?

So I finished the book again 
The words come alive as written
Each page brings its known confusion
But the unique humour is always a mention.

Why I read it over and over
Akin to twirling around as a dancer
I paused for a plié and do a pirouette
A smile comes in and out goes the fret.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?
A question to ponder, a riddle in masque
No science or math can give you the answer
Especially from someone as mad as the Hatter.

I wonder at my poem and how it has come out
Shaking my brains and I begin to doubt
Looking at the waffles turning to crisp
Folly at high, sanity turning to wisp.

So in the end I've come to conclude
That in the chaos of life we are just screwed
Whether it's Wonder or Never Land, it's all nonsense and quirky
Just play the damn croquet as any curious faerie.
Sylphy Sylphy
41-45, F
Nov 27, 2011