Alice

  Never was it decided with so much certainty that

The unusual newcomer was a bride to the atmosphere of the foundation surrounding her,

A groom most foreboding in the eyes of god-fearing men,

Which brimmed with the same unusual aura

The groomsmen,

Mouse-eared nurses scampering about the floors

The bridesmaids,

White-coated, lagomorphic doctors escorting the bride

Ah, here she comes now

Down the concrete walkway,

Hopping from member to member of the congregation with unequaled curiosity

The loveliest gown an oddity could ever ask for,

The epitome of their prime and beauty,

A shiny, buckled straitjacket set aside in advance for the special day

How alive the bride looks amid all the previous tortured engagements to her wed-to-be!

And as her arranged marriage comes to a close,

She finds her way,

With the aid of the cottontails,

To the wedding bed,

A poor sod of a mattress,

Where she is to be subjected to much hardship

“Here,”

She makes her final vows

“Is where innocence comes to die”