I saw Wicked earlier this year down in London as part of my Creative Writing group, OMG NOW I'M SERIOUSLY OBSESSED!
Wrote this for my best friend, she knows who she is so- this one's for you hun!
Deep into the heart of Munchkinland a soul is born,
Little did she know at such an age, her life would be torn,
Thrown into Shiz, her powers are noticed,
And the Lady Galinda sure does no it,
Of broomsticks, a silly hat and flying monkeys we do see,
For Heaven's sake she's about to Defy Gravity,
Rubies and Emeralds all in a thither,
Not long is it before Fiyero and Boq do wither,
A man a straw, a man of tin,
And the wicked herself with complete green skin,
She was a soul of pure good,
Who smiled as often as she could,
Though the likes of those who were considered good and achievable,
Drove her towards the heart of evil,
And as we all see,
The wicked witch of the West is flying high and flying free,
Forever defying gravity