Aftermath of Oz
The rubiest shoes, on display,
walked yellowest bricks all the way.
The emerald glows,
but Dorothy knows
the rainbow hues melting away.
A barrel of laughs in the night.
Ho hum after witchiest flight.
The bump on her head
does find her in bed.
The monkeys with wings out of sight.
The brains of a scarecrow she sees.
The heart of a tinman does freeze.
It does not make sense.
Her friends think she’s dense.
Yet, courage of lion, she frees.
She roars about witches on brooms
and colorful wizard that booms;
and munchkins not high,
and monkeys that fly.
A quack of a doctor resumes.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2024
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