Gee Wiz
I’m not an animal or creature, I’m just a human being
but if the wizard can’t help, then from soup I’ll be fleeing
The wicked soup witch says my poems are dire
she declared I’m past it and that I should retire!
I’ve cried bitter tears until my eyes are sore
my muse has gone, I just can’t write any more
So I silently slink along the yellow brick road
hoping that the wizard can lighten my load
It’s way past midnight when I finally arrive -
I’ve had to walk as I’ve not learned to drive
Dorothy and friends all had their wishes granted
I'll beg the wizard for my muse to be re implanted
I climb the winding steps to visit the wizard
he reminds me of a scaly wizened old lizard
I said ‘Wizard please can you help find my muse,
she’s upped and left, so I‘m here to schmooze
I’m desperately trying to become a good poet
but my poems are awful and don’t I know it’
He said ‘stop the tears, I don’t want to drown -
write intellectual poems, stop acting the clown!’
The wizard peers at me over his 'say ban' glasses
and prescribes three tablespoons of dark molasses
I ask ‘wizard will that bring my muse back to me’
he said ‘don’t be daft, it'll sweeten your poetry’
So I’m guzzling molasses three times a day
and I hope my muse will come back and stay
Off to see the wizard contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
11/25/18
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