The Day Tin Man Got a New Heart
THE DAY TIN MAN GOT A NEW HEART
So no guessing here then who was the fourth guest
Who had come in a hurry; at Hannibal’s late request
Arrived first with oil can in hand; does Hannibal greet
With his painted on tuxedo looked more than a treat
And had waited for years upon years for a new heart
Maureen’s heart was to be the real deal; as a la carte
This heart alive and still beating; as it lay on the plate
The Tin man more emotional, with each morsel he ate
Not wanting to hang about to find his maiden a must
Disappeared quick upon his seat left a pile of old rust
The Tin Man the fourth character from the poem "When we had Maureen to dine"
Disclaimer: I wish to point out that the real Maureen McGreavy was not used in the making of this poem and is still very much alive and kicking . . . ; )
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2019