Wizard Of Oz-A Requiem Poem by Brian Mayo

You never hear the awful tale of poor old Aunty Em’
Her story has as much appeal as flying-monkey phlegm
But Kansas ain't so pretty after twisters, you can bet
And “Happy Ever After” is a myth you best forget.

She climbed the cellar-stairs to find the farmhouse was destroyed
And thirty seconds later- -all three farmhands: unemployed
She sent the trio packing, then kicked Toto in the teeth-
He found a pile of wood and quickly scampered underneath.

The hogs were hanging from the trees- -impaled with hooks and blades
The horses looked like they had been exploded by grenades
A weather-vane from three doors down had severed Bessie’s head
And twenty chickens quivered under what was once a shed.

The tractor fell to pieces and would not be bouncing back-
It's thought to be the cause of Uncle Henry's heart attack
The barn was gone, the silo too—as well as all the grain
And now that this year's crops are shot- -here comes the needed rain.

Last words Henry spoke before his heart lost all endurance:
'Sorry, Em, but I forgot to pay the damn insurance.'