Strange Tidings

Alice who lives around the apothecary
has never been quite as scary
as Ben, the neighbor's boy.
Chuck, who carries cats into his cheap, hot oven,
has baked Dante a dirty dozen
of them, in purest joy.
Each of them eat either the tongue or the eyes,
topped with frosting from Frank's pies
from Eden, a house down town.
"Golly Gee!" said Geminee, "These cats sure taste juicy."
Chuck just smiles and says "You see,
their heads weigh half a pound."

And such are the kids of Strange Tidings B,
the medieval town across the sea,
Where the alphabet runs and the cat's aren't free,
and Strange Tidings A is home to you and me.