One Mother Of A Twister
 by Teri Sharp
Things just haven't been the same since that house fell on my sister;
She never knew what hit her - It was one mother of a twister,
She'd just gone out for a bit of air; Bicycling along, wind ruffling her hair,
Hoping to catch that pesky Toto unaware, When SPLAT! What a messy affair!
Glenda, who'd always avoided her on the street, Now comes to gloat at her feet,
And the Munchkins are singing "The witch is dead" -
Without a thought of respect or sympathy in their head,
For a wild, wonderful woman cut down in her prime,
Whose being "different" was her only crime.
Now beneath Dorothy's house she lies, and I'm the only resident of Oz who cares.
Let those Munchkins dance and celebrate, 'Cause when I'm done mourning,
I'll take care of their fate; I'll sic my monkeys on them and mix my potions
Just as soon as I can get a grip on my emotions.
Things just haven't been the same since that house fell on my sister;
She never knew what hit her - It was one mother of a twister. |
