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Bored to Death
Oh Alice, my dear
 Where have you gone?
 Down the rabbit hole, I fear,
 As we played on the lawn?
 Oh I brought you there
 And bored you to death.
 So you ran off with the hare-
 Alice, are you deaf?
 I'm calling for you, can't you hear me?
 Eyes shut and still
 I'm trying to see
 Past the mock-turtle's bill.
 Tweedledee and Dum, they vex me so!
 Won't you tell them to stop?
 They'll listen, you know
 The secrets and whatnot
 To the blasted Wonderland
 With such a tiny figure
 On the beach, in the sand.
 Take a bite to get bigger,
 Now escape the queen.
 Oh Alice, wake up!
 From this wonderland dream.
 Enchanted, so transfixed
 In this horrifying new place
 A grin in the air
 But there's no face!
 A man drinking tea
 With a mouse in the pot
 The queen guillotine
 That shall leave you to rot.
 While you're there, frolicking
 Watch a game of croquet
 Played by a woman so bizarre
 You need watch you say,
 Or court will give you a scare.
 Not once in blessed England
 Was something so unfair.
 Who could survive a trip,
 A fall so tall?
 But you're here,
 Perfectly fine, not harmed at all.
 Even unconscious,
 You grin like the cat.
 Celebrate your unbirthday
 With madmen and rats.
 At tea, they call,
 "Move down! New cup!"
 Oh you silly things,
 I'm quite fed up.
 Bloody sister, you like this
 Or you wouldn't stay.
 Now awake and listen
 To what I have to say!
 Let's return home
 And read picture-less books.
 Tell no one this tale
 To avoid their odd looks.
 Alice, did you hear me?
 I demand you awake!
 I know you don't want to go
 But please, for my sake?
 Why are you so cold?
 And what is this red?
 I guess the queen wasn't jesting.
 She had off with your head.
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In my imagination, Alice got bored of her life and went back to the tree where she and her sister sat the afternoon before she had her Wonderland dream. In an attempt to copy that occurrence, she climbs the tree and falls, thus breaking her neck.
Her sister, who's absolutely disgusted and quite a bit fearful of her adventures and fantasies, at first chastises Alice for being so foolish but then realizes her sister isn't alive.
Er...I'm twisted, aren't I?
Of course, all of this truly belongs to Lewis Caroll.