In Blunderland, where nothing seems right,
Alice found herself, one misty night.
Through twisted trails and curious doors,
She stumbled, in this maddening course.
A rabbit, with a waistcoat and vest,
Hopped with haste, on an urgent quest.
"I'm late, I'm late! Oh dear, oh dear!"
He frantic cried, filled with fear.
Alice followed him, into the depths unknown,
Where logic fled, and nonsense had grown.
She met a Cheshire cat with a grin,
That vanished, leaving only skin.
A Mad Hatter poured tea in abundance,
March Hare chimed, "Let's dance, let's prance!"
Dormouse napped while chaos swirled,
In Blunderland, the world was absurd.
Caterpillars turned into butterflies,
And playing cards became living spies.
Twisted Queens ruled realms astray,
In Blunderland, each jest went haywire.
Alice encountered the Knave of Hearts,
Who offered tarts, but played his smarts.
He led her to the Red Queen's court,
A place where madness reigned supreme.
At trial, the jury gave absurd advice,
While the Queen shouted "Off with her head!" twice.
Alice escaped, through chaos she trod,
Back to reality, her own cherished abode.
Now, when dreams take her back to Blunderland,
Alice shakes her head, and understands
That it's a world best left to its madness,
Where logic surrenders, and laughter unfurls.