The Mad Purser

by RainbowSlider   Nov 30, 2011


While flying in her invisible jet one day
Came to land where she used to play.
Mad sitting at the table drinking tea
Was like a flashback of her first party.

He looked like he hadn't aged in years.
Just thinking about him brought tears.
Same old Mad with some strange hat.
She couldn't help but laugh and chat.

"You look different some how, Alice.
Heard about your run at the palace."
"Haven't heard that name in a while.
Got a new purse; You like the style?"

"Would you care for some fresh tea?"
"Sure, I have always liked a real party"
"What ever came of that rabbit chase?"
"Lets just say I have develop new taste."

"Would you care for one lump or two?"
"No sugar for me but I do thank you."
"They call me the Mad Purser now."
"Knew you would make it some how."

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