In Defense of the Witch of the West

In Defense of the Witch of the West By Elton Camp In her, nobody sees any good But maybe they really should. Cut some slack for the poor old soul Criticized for what’s not in her control. A good place to begin Is the color of her skin. Who of us can rightly say Why it’s green that way? Shame on all of those Who ridicule her nose. It is a most terrible creature Who mocks a physical feature Is it some kind of sin To have a pointed chin? A wart on the face Is not a big disgrace No use her to be urging To see a plastic surgeon. Maybe she likes her looks just fine. If so, then why should others mind? But it is only fair to say She needs a new couturier. Styling sense she does lack Always wearing basic black Seems no good reason that She must wear a pointy hat. It would be wrong not to confess More like Glinda she should dress. And it couldn’t be much trouble Instead of a broom, ride a bubble She is seldom held to be a dear Because of how she does appear But does it actually seem to be fair For such things, title “Wicked” bear? The day that most of us would rue If not judged mainly by what we do. Partners in Dorothy's crime came to be Scarecrow, Tin Man, Lion—an evil three The witch could no longer show pity As they came near to Emerald City When before the Wizard they did stand He made the most dire and cruel demand To get my help, you must pass this test: Get the broom of the Witch of the West Dorothy was the first to admit Try that and she will have a fit. But we will go there and try. So what if witch has to die? So with murder in her evil heart, Toward the castle she did depart Witch of the west we must commend Since her domain she tried to defend Undeterred, the four continued to hassle The woman in her home, her own castle. In most dire treachery Dorothy then dealt She threw water and caused her to melt. Maybe it was an accident, but still It was second person she did kill. It is surely a totally safe bet The murders she didn’t regret Witch’s servants whom she gave jobs Laughed at her death rather than sobs. The poor witch had lived much alone Then all rejoiced when she was gone.