I woke up with my mind in a haze,
The cold checker floor cold to the touch.
My head felt as if it were in a blaze,
As I took a bite of cake, though not too much.
My body grew to twelve feet tall.
Then I took a sip out of an eerie vial,
And suddenly was far too small.
And through the door, reality in denial.
Some nagging flowers greeted me,
I grumbled at them and ignored.
Then, a peculiar caterpillar with a monocle to see
Questioned the identity I'd left unexplored.
Colors were wild in this strange realm,
Yellow eyes winking at me out of nowhere.
A hatter not at sanity's helm,
Invited me to a tea party so rare.
And one last thing, a wicked queen
Of hearts, it's so ironic!
And off with my head is what she said,
After a croquet game so demonic.
Under a tree, I came to my senses,
And thought, "'T is all but a dream?"
But to this day, I'm a top the fences.
Is "reality" all that it seems?