Hallucinations.

Tiny little person, asleep against the tree,
snoring like a giant but actually only two foot three.
He wakes from his slumber,
in a little crimson hat,
spots me with his good eye,
and runs like a terrified rat.
I chase him through the forest,
that follows my backyard,
Never wanted to move away,
but Dad said 'There's a new company selling Lard.'
I know it makes no sense,
Dad has this strange obsession,
and no matter how I prefer butter,
he says that causes his depression.
Anyway, chasing after this little man,
in his emerald green shirt,
and a pair of yellow-striped trousers,
to match my yellow flowery skirt.
Suddendly I fall down a hole,
nothing like Alice in Chunderland,
for I keep on falling,
never finding ground,
I should have never dropped acid.