Title: "His Point"
Author: Pirate
Turner
Rating: R for sexual content
Summary: A parodyish
poem, written in a style similar to Dr. Seuss, has Scarecrow,
Cowardly Lion, and Tin Man facing another case of the Oil Can
Miseries only to be interrupted by something quite unexpected . . .
Warnings: Slash, Beastality, Sexual Content, Poetry, Multiple
Lovers
Challenge: Peja's prompt/challenges "it all began with
a tube of lube" and "tinman" (which I took the liberty
of dividing into two words)
Disclaimer: Scarecrow, Cowardly Lion,
Tin Man, Toto, Dorothy, and Wizard of Oz are © & TM Frank Baum,
not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is ©
& TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of
this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
It all began with a tube of lube,
Or rather, in their case, a
can of oil.
The Tin Man was lathered and ready to go
When the
Lion got stuck and roared his pain.
The Scarecrow yelped:
What a sight to see!
He was too glad,
the Lion and Tin Man thought,
That it wasn't he!
Scarecrow wrapped his arms 'round the Lion
And pulled with all
his might,
And still the Lion stayed stuck steadfast!
Dorothy, peeking between the bushes,
Curious as to the
constant outhouse trips
Her companions took together and never
alone,
Gave a yelp and then a scream
As the Scarecrow moved
just so
And she could see it all.
She dropped her basket and fled,
Her skirts held high so as to
not get any
Of what had contaminated them upon her,
While
Toto barked and danced ever closer.
The little dog danced in circles,
His paws held high, 'til he
came to rest
With his grip upon not the Scarecrow and nigh
Not
the Tin Man, either, but the poor Lion's tail!
The Lion jumped from fright,
But his whimper was lost in the
Tin Man's scream
As the Lion pulled swiftly free and swung 'round
to see
What strange creature was pumping his tail!
The dog growled as he rescued his tail,
And the Scarecrow
threw his arms around the Tin Man,
Carefully reassuring his love
While he cast a baleful look upon his other.
"You must be
careful," he scolded,
"for he is very fragile!"
"But he grabbed my tail!" the Lion wailed.
Scarecrow
turned his glower on the accusing pooch.
"Bad dog!"
Toto
tucked both his tail and tiny dick
And went, whimpering, to see
which direction had gone his dyke.
Scarecrow turned back to the Lion
With a stern, disapproving
look.
"Now," he said, "let me show you -- again --
how this is done."
He dropped his pants, turned to the Tin
Man,
And excellently drove home his point.
The End