Tuesday, December 20, 2011

POEM OF THE DAY BY GARY LECHLITER

OZ REVISITED

(with apologies to L. Frank Baum)


Glinda delivers her third child,

and will not return to the stage,

now that exotic dancing no longer

pays, and horny men can see

her strip on the internet.

Munchkins, still the quaint

people, now have satellite TV,

beer and Monday Night Football.

Bored, they bounce in bed

and increase the population.


The Scarecrow finally came out,

and lives quietly with Roger

in Emerald City’s East Side,

where he’s loved by the locals

for giving so much poetry.


Across from the courthouse,

the statue of Toto, covered with

flying monkey shit, honors

the terrier who was mercifully

put down for complications.


The Tin Man smokes cigars

and tends bar at the Stars & Garter,

spouting homespun philosophy

to anyone who gives a damn.

And few do.


– Gary Lechliter

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