The Witch's Daughter

My wonderland is not a world
where mushrooms make you grow,
Walruses sing with carpenters,
and the unbirthday tea party is the greatest show.

It is a place in a quaint and quiet country
that is owned by a witch and a tinker.
Whose children are always welcoming
a stranger with the brain of a freethinker.

I grew closer to this wondrous place.
And became great friends with the daughter
who laughed along with my ponderings
on a day when from the sky there was water.

"I don't much care for the rain,"
I said, remarking the water.
"Would you like to come home with me?"
Asked the witch's daughter.

Those words slowly but surely
tossed this young man
into the rabbit hole.
And thus it began...