This is, of course, a sonnet -- although I've sneaked an extra rhyme into the penultimate couplet. The prompt here was for a mirror poem and like every other living human, I love the tone of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland...
(Does Liddell rhyme with fiddle? Probably not, but there's the competing constraint of the text making some sort of sense...)
Alice through the mirror-plane
A rabbit and an anti-rabbit, go
around the tree and down the wormhole. Where
can such a transformation lead? — Please show
your working as you think it through. I share
your nervousness around the silvered glass
and note what care we're taking with the frame.
We pause and whiskered heads are asked to pass
their eyes across each step as we arrange
the kit. We all wear white gloves on our shift
and antique pocket watches we have found
provide a way to check your drift. Keep cool!
You're near normal, still grounded in old-school
reality—you'll find we never fiddle
our safety checks: we all recall Miss Liddell.
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