Source: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18053060-dorothy-must-die
The farm was soaked in turmoil,
Seeping sweat,
Sliced wheat,
The flying monkey toiled

Perhaps his role was
To ‘ack it,
She never returned from Oz

Hollow packets,
Burst pockets,
Pills popped,
He came a
Seedy package

She was a proper dazzler,
That Dorothy

Emerald peepers,
Charmin’ smile,
Attracted opulent creepers

She never returned from Oz,
Last memories were flashing feet,
A blinding pair,
She turned right
And floated skimpy down the dirt-yellow street

She flew afar
Spinning and spin-
Her purity spun,
Her clutch at bay
Consuming coins to disarray

She never returned from Oz,
It played at eight,
The theatre stood miles left
Of the front farmyard gate