The Wizard Speaks Of Guarantees Aloft Above Treetops To Dorothy On The Ground Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

this is your guaranteed balloon sweet Dorothy
notice the cunning silks in every shade of green
the wicker holder for the little dog

the sandbags in chartruese.
everything has been thought of in advance
and you've prepaid

that much is clear.
thank you dear for slaying the witch

my nemisis.
too bad I couldn't do the same for you.
for you will find and not only in dreams

things are never guaranteed
no matter which way the wind blows.
something goes amiss

and then we cry and say
why didn't we think of this
and Glinda isn't always there

in her stunning pink ball gown
and matching wand
to make the scene go right.

mary angela douglas 28 january 2016