Alec Behind the Mirror, A Nonsense Ballad
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In Sussex once lived Alice Liddell,
Who’d had enough of lace and tea.
She traded bows for boots that fit well,
And changed her name to Alec Lee.
He trimmed his hair, he squared his jaw,
He told the mirror, “Here I go—
No more croquet, no more faux pas,
It’s time to run my own mad show!”
He stepped straight through the glass with flair,
In boots too big and pants too tight.
The Queen of Hearts gave quite a stare:
“You’ve changed!” she gasped. “You gave us fright!”
The White King blinked and took a swig—
“I say, he’s her but quite a chap!”
Tweedledum said, “That’s rather big!”
Tweedledee just clapped his cap.
The Jabberwock, once full of dread,
Now wore a vest and served him tea:
“You’re Alec now? Respect,” it said.
“We love a twist in identity.”
Humpty Dumpty said, “Dear sir,
You’ve broken shells and social norm!
But that’s the point of who we were—
We’re made to hatch, not just conform.”
The Red Queen raged, “A king must fight!
Get on the board! We’ll duel at noon!”
Alec declined. “I knit at night.
My sword’s a spoon. I fight with spoon.”
They gasped, then laughed, then bowed with glee—
The looking-glass was full of cheer.
For Alec was, quite simply, free—
A knight, a knave, himself—and queer.
— ChatGPT
