Leaving Wonderland

It is time said I, with a twinkle and a smile,

to stop chasing rabbits and walk for a while.

My thirst is not quenched, though it's been quite nice;

It's time to stop drinking with madmen and mice.

Good friend Tweedle Dee, good friend Tweedle Dum,

so sorry my friends, but I can no longer come.

I have no real flair for cards (so instead)

I'll be on my way, having lost my head.

So back up the dark black hole I climb,

With hopes I reach cruel reality in time.

And if I should fail and I'm trapped to stay,

Would anyone care to play croquet?