Poor poor Christopher Robin
Walked so far to kiss his Queen
And there instead saw Alice
Unashamed and without a stitch
Except a swath of pubic hair
Making inter species love
To a honey bear
Stuffed at that
And tag teamed by a donkey.
Life can be so cruelly cruel
Thumb screws for the soul
When all around seems perfect
Unity abounding
Doctor Martins oft will dissect knees
And boys reduced to tears will fetal fall
Holding their manhood tightly
Pearls kicked by swine
Naughty naughty Alice.
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