Drabbles: A Hundred Words of Dread

Alice had an imaginary friend

Of whom she'd often think

She'd take her friend to the pub

Both of them would drink.

Alice would get shit faced

Her friend would be much worse

Though she came from wonderland

Like a trooper she would curse

She'd smash up shop windows

Claiming to be suffragette

As the police chased she cried

'You ain't seen nothing yet'

Alice found herself

up before the courts

'you’re a nasty girl

We've places for your sort'.

So if you have an imaginary friend

Whose temperament may roam

Do yourself a favour

Leave your mate at home.