I Can Explain All The Poems That

What A Strange World We Live In...said Alice To The Queen Of Hearts

It's Always Tea-time.

The Proper Definition Of A Man Is An Animal That Writes Letters.

I'm Getting Rather Hoarse, I Fear, After So Much Reciting: So, If You Don't Object, My Dear, We'll Try A Glass Of Bitter Beer - I Think It Looks Inviting.

Twas Brillig, And The Slithy Toves Did Gyre And Gimble In The Wabe: All Mimsy Were The Borogoves, And The Mome Raths Outgrabe.