Alice In Wonderland (Burbank Films)
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A brand-new story about Alice
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Stories for children and young at heart adults
Although my works are primarily aimed at children adults also enjoy reading them. My works include such notables as:
Tales of the Extraordinary,
The Witches
Alice in Wonderland on Top of the World
HARRY ROTTER (as opposed to Harry Potter)
Jimmy, the Glue Factory and Mad Mr Viscous
Slug Talk
The Tales of Beetle About
Tales of Childhood, volumes 1 and 2
Horrible Horace
Stories for Boys
The Three Faerie Sisters
A Christmas Carol Betwixt
The Fog
Aliens Landed in Ballykilduff
Stewed Rhymes
A Beer in a Burger Bar
And a whole lot MORE!!!
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Dunking the Mouse
Dunking the Mouse
Dunking the Mouse, Oh, Dunking the Mouse,
What can be better than dunking the Mouse?
Be it with a fine friend like the Rabbit, so stout,
Or on my old lonesome, I love dunking the Mouse.
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I open the pot and stick his head in,
And before he’s awoken he’s half the way in.
With Rabbit a-helping, we finish the job,
Then put the lid on, though Mouse is beginning to sob.
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‘Oh please let me out’, he implore us, so meek,
But why should we do that when the tea tastes so sweet?
‘Oh give me a cup of that heavenly brew’,
Says Rabbit to me, ‘and a jam tart for you’.
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I pour out two cups and we sit down anew,
With the tea and the tarts – and with Mouse in the brew,
Until Alice strolls by, and unsettles our ruse,
Saving Mouse from his fate and us from the noose.
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Sugar; one lump or two?
Sugar; one lump or two?
I am a poor mouse, it said sadly to her,
A very poor mouse, you can tell by my fur,
So ragged and reek, split ends I am sure,
I am a poor mouse – will you confer?
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Yes, you are a poor mouse, Alice dryly replied,
An abysmally poor one – can I take you aside?
For the Hatter, so mad, is searching for you,
To stuff into his pot with its heavenly brew.
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Oh I am lost, the mouse cried out in shock,
The Hatter, so mad, wants me inside his pot,
And the Rabbit, so white, with his blackest of souls,
Will keep you in there ‘til you’ve expired – so I’m told.
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What can I do – oh, Alice, please help,
Save my life, my moth eaten old pelt.
I cannot save you, for the Hatter and Rabbit are here,
And I am so thirsty – where’s your pot my old dears?
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The pot it is here, the Hatter and Rabbit replied,
Quick, squeeze him inside, that’s where he’ll reside,
Amidst the tea leaves, mixed up with the brew,
The Mouse will make history. Sugar; one lump or two?
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Alice and the White Rabbit
The Mad Conversation
Flummoxed by the Rabbit, Alice said, “I bet you are mad!”
“That all depends,” he replied.
“It all depends on what?”
“On whether you mean mad or mad.”
“That’s silly,” said Alice. “They mean the same thing.”
“If you were mad number one,” the Rabbit explained, “and someone happened to tell you that you were mad number two, you might be very mad indeed at so fundamental a mistake.”
“But I’m not mad!” she insisted.
“How do you know,” asked the Rabbi, “when you can’t tell the difference between mad number one and mad number two, I might ask?”
“I just know that I’m not mad!” Alice insisted. Informing him that another door had appeared, she awaited his response.
The Rabbit tried to open the door but he was unable to do so.
“Might I try?” Alice asked.
The Rabbit said nothing, but his pink, beady eyes watched her intently.
The door opened easily for Alice. “Could a mad person have done that?” she asked. Stepping through, she fell into a hole on the far side.
“No, they mightn’t,” he replied. “But would they have fallen down there?” Then, jumping into the hole, he followed Alice.
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Alice in Wonderland Syndrome
Has anyone reading this article ever suffered from this syndrome?
I am a sufferer of this syndrome, though I have to admit that the older I get the instances I experience are fewer and fewer.
Alice in Wonderland Syndrome
As a child I suffered from what I now know is called AIWS. Back then, though, I had no inkling what it actually was. It was frightening, ever so frightening. I would see things, both far away and close by at the same time, and would hear things loud, yet also ever so quiet. I would also get a feeling, a really bad feeling of foreboding, that something terrible was about to happen. From time to time i saw either the devil or an angel alongside my bed, where I was lying. Thankfully, as an adult, I do not experience these instances much anymore.
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Alice-in-Wonderland syndrome (AIWS, named after the novel written by Lewis Carroll), also known as Todd’s syndrome or lilliputian hallucinations, is a disorienting neurological condition that affects human perception. Sufferers may experience micropsia, macropsia, or size distortion of other sensory modalities. A temporary condition, it is often associated with migraines, brain tumors, and the use of psychoactive drugs. It can also present as the initial sign of the Epstein-Barr Virus (see mononucleosis). Anecdotal reports suggest that the symptoms of AIWS are fairly common in childhood,[citation needed] with many people growing out of them in their teens. It appears that AIWS is also a common experience at sleep onset. Alice in Wonderland Syndrome can be caused by abnormal amounts of electrical activity causing abnormal blood flow in the parts of the brain that process visual perception and texture.
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A NEW
ALICE IN WONDERLAND
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Alice in Wonderland on Top of the World
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Dunking the Mouse
Dunking the Mouse
Dunking the Mouse, Oh, Dunking the Mouse,
What can be better than dunking the Mouse?
Be it with a fine friend like the Rabbit, so stout,
Or on my old lonesome, I love dunking the Mouse.
*
I open the pot and stick his head in,
And before he’s awoken he’s half the way in.
With Rabbit a-helping, we finish the job,
Then put the lid on, though Mouse is beginning to sob.
*
‘Oh please let me out’, he implore us, so meek,
But why should we do that when the tea tastes so sweet?
‘Oh give me a cup of that heavenly brew’,
Says Rabbit to me, ‘and a jam tart for you’.
*
So I pour out two cups and we sit down anew,
With the tea and the tarts – and with Mouse in the brew,
Until Alice strolls by, and unsettles our ruse,
Saving Mouse from his fate and us from the noose.
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Giggle My Boots
Giggle My Boots
Giggle my boots, gaggle my hat,
Goggle my shirtsleeves and fraggle that cat.
I am friggled with laughter, for I know that it’s true,
That you really do love me, not Johnny Lazoo.
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You see, Johnny Lazoo, a man of some strength,
Wanted to court you, wanted to bend,
Your ear with his stories, your eye with his looks,
But you never gave him as much as a look.
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The day that you said, ‘Yes, I’ll marry you, I will,’
Was the happiest day of my life; it was brill,
To think that you chose me over Johnny Lazoo,
Makes me friggle with laughter, knowing it’s true.
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Before I heard off with my bride and my life,
I will give you this piece of excellent advice.
If you are planning to woo your beau, here’s the rub,
Friggle her with laughter and griggle her with love.
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