Wordox Wonderland

Late at night, when the world sleeps & the decent folk are dreaming of lollipops & Katie Couric, there exists a strange little world where both mythical & mortal creatures meet & bleat. If you are very quiet, you can sneak up & watch them in their natural habitat, frolicking and drinking.....& drinking....& drinking.

Everyone who enters the Wonderland realm is greeted by a chirping Moobawk who will flap, flip & squawk as the mood strikes her. Last night the denizens were celebrating a victory over an Evil Monkey by their very own barnyard frog. Froggie was praised for winning the Red Shoes from the dumb Monkey & entertained all with a lively tappity-tap dance in those very same shoes. Even after throwing one ruby shoe to the creature called Pompazass, the terpsichorean toad still tappity-flapped to hoots & cheers.

The party was hosted by a liquor-soaked 38DD cat. She mews & purrs, but beware her bite. This cat can turn into a vampire bat. There was no Ivy in sheep's clothing, but most of the Wonderland creatures were there. Uberwurm smugly savored a verbal victory over the creature known as StickyRick. And, as always, the Beam-guzzling Crow perched on a fencepost & oversaw the proceedings.

Anyone is welcome to come watch the Wordox Wonderland creatures at play, late Saturday nights. However, watch at your own risk. If you do not keep a safe distance, you may get swept up by the madness and, before you know it, you may find you've grown a lovely tail, maybe a wattle, & you will find nothing strange about waltzing with a Worm (slithhhher) or dancing with a frog (sploooosh) or having a feathered udder flipped in your face (bawk.)

Alice found her wonderland through a looking glass. Ours can be found through a shot glass. Wordox Comp Room, late Saturday nights.....come enter a whole other dimension.