Source: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18053060-dorothy-must-die
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