The yellow brick road is
Full of weeds
No one believes in the
Wonderful Wizard or
His magic any longer
Glenda and the Wicked
Witch have opened a
Cafe in downtown Oz
Dorothy has abandoned
Her ruby slippers and
Started a rescue farm
For Flying Monkeys
Only Toto remembers
The way home
Ha! I love this! “only Toto remembers the way home.” š
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Faithful Toto š
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This is splendid! I’m picturing the cafe in downtown Oz.
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Wonder what kind of lattes they serve. Hmmm….
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This is excellent in the way your have connected the prompt to such well known tales……I did enjoy this.
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Thanks š
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Such a charming poem! Loved it =)
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