The Wiz

Once upon a 9pm dreary, as I watched the land of Oz weak and weary
My mind on the next day and my eyes all teary
Teary, teary for I’ve got a nasty little cold
Suddenly the tears ceased and my eyes landed on a path of gold

Where oh where had the carpet to my closet gone?
As I rubbed at my disbelieving eyes a light was shone.
I stopped thinking and walked to this strange new path
Decided to just keep going and forget what would be my parents’ wrath

Not a clue where I was being led but my curiosity it fed
Oh, look at those shoes so sparkling and red.
Are those feet beneath that home?
Wait, was that some sort of gnome?

O’er next to the house now tomb,
A group a small gnomes, no, people began to make room,
Room for me to move in closer to this sight of fresh death.
They shouted in joy, but I only held my breath.

Some stated it was quite a celebration for this woman to be dead.
After another minute I could no longer stand there and fled.
I ran and ran until a path grew cracked and my foot caught a stone.
Unfortunately I was launched into the air and flown.

When I woke it was to a furry tail in my face after this fall.
Well it was no one else but my dear cat Paul.
I was no longer in any strange land and there was no longer a path.
I had only fallen out of my chair and lay strewn on my book of math.