Dorothy and the Lion
Wicked Witch of the West always jealous
Her green skin couldn't be seen near the trellis.
Cackling at Dorothy, you’re
Not in Kansas anymore
Scarecrows are all you will get for fellas.
What happens in your world is your problem.
It's what's in your heart and soul, a poem.
The lion beast I will meet;
A heart that will kiss my feet.
Flashing a smile, he will use a condom.
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