Alice remembered the lessons she learnt <br />from the Crying Mock Turtle, the more one <br />cries, the more one finds things to cry about, <br />the more one keeps looking at things, the <br />more one finds things one does not want <br />to see - like a bad-tempered Queen who <br />shouts ‘Off With His Head’ and flowers <br />chasing her off because she seems <br />to be a weed, not a flower at all <br /> <br />And when one is expected to play croquet <br />in high society while the game is rigged to <br />favour the Queen, one can never win self- <br />esteem, therefore Alice decided she would <br />focus on things that made her feel happy <br />enough to stay alive; concentrating on <br />celebrating life, off she went singing <br />‘Wake up, wake up, to the <br />morning sun <br /> <br />Tell me, tell me that you love me till the <br />day is done’ - the White Rabbit wrung <br />his hands, knowing the Queen of Hearts <br />would not approve, but the Cheshire Cat <br />grinned madly and moved his head in <br />time with the song while the Gryphon <br />ignored everyone making lists of <br />everything under the sun…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cheshire-cat-grinned-16-11-09/
