AN this is just a pastiche poem i had to write for English and felt like uploading. i know it's probably more for the wizard of Oz part, but i wanted to upload it into wicked. since wicked is the best!
I hate these fools,
There's the lion, the tin man,
The scarecrow and Dorothy.
Don't get me started on her.
All she does is cry, cry
And guess what, cry!
I'm forced to skip happily
Along the yellow brick
Road listening to their persistent
Caterwauling – they call it "singing"
I hate OZ,
And all the freaks here,
I hate the wizard, evil
Man, how come no one sees through him.
Nobody here is honest, everyone lies,
Especially the scarecrow,
He was made by no farmer,
He reeks of ghastly magic,
He was made of evil powers
Not what I'm used to, but still magic.
I hate Glinda,
And her constant name changes.
Galinda, Glinda, North, South.
Seriously just make up your mind.
travelling by soapy bubble really,
"Whose invention was that, the wizard's."
but seriously can't she just explain the
shoes to begin with
instead of forcing us on
this pointless journey.
I hate witches,
Good, Wicked – no difference.
Out of them all you'd never guess who my
Favourite is, the "Wicked" Witch of the West.
Yes, she has tried to kill me, twice.
But the green woman hasn't had it easy,
She's just another victim of the Wizard.
The Witch of the East was her sister,
Nobody remembers that, she just
Wants her sisters shoe's!
I hate my fear,
It leaves me weak.
Weakness only gets you hurt.
I want to run away,
Flee in the desert, hide there,
safe from this story.
But I can't, I'm forced into it.
So, yet again I must leap out of
the balloon and chase that cat.
Well, here we go again!