Blue days

Alice wears a blue dress

My shoes are blue too

She has no friends in Wonderland

My shoes are new

It is a discombobulating story

More so for adults than children

Who know how dangerous it can get alone

The show is outside and there is dust everywhere

My new blue shoes are dirty

This should not be something

That bothers a grown woman

But all through Wonderland all I can think about

Is the dirt on my new blue shoes

And how they will never look new again

They want to shrink her and grow her

Tease her and chop off her head

Much like the tasks of any life

When all you want is a nice cup of tea

Some days I am so scared of dying

I have to hold my breath

The story goes on weird and wonderful

We’ll never get to see how it ends

I saw the ASC outdoor production of Alice in Wonderland which was very entertaining and affected me more than I would have thought ...