gusts...aunt em
house wafts and hauls
we're going...off where we ain't been
me...dog, too
odd, doncha know
its not where we would choose...to cruise

"horrors", we cried
as we neared
and the bad witch died
the house, on her, sat
as she lie there, crushed flat
munchkins vocalized

black...foul mood
a hook nosed wicked witch
of ghoulish hue
up...and down
on bricks, we're sent
they go on round and round and round

creatures, absurd
as the journey occured
a scarecrow joined my side
man...of...tin...then a furry backed friend
a lion with no pride

down...and out
we get no help
because the wizard was a lout
witch...has clout
her monkeys fly
i'm clutched...i'm flying all about

i have my way
on this dizzy day
the witch, the melting kind
the water pail flies
she utters surprise
the old...crone...dies