An old edition of “The Wizard of Oz” by L. Frank Baum.
I’m such an Oz fan (both the books and of the awesome werewolf on Buffy). I actually have books that collect all the stories, but I actually kind of want to own the actual books themselves. Like start a collection. I’d like to start with this one, that’s the first of the series. And $200 seems like a fair price, I had also found another copy of this book at the fair priced at $1400!!!
Photo taken on 06.12.10
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whoa whoa whoa wait a minute hold up.
Did I miss a special issue of Wizard of Oz?
In the Lawless Land of Oz, stand three men and a girl,
Each one with their own wish; for she, her own world.
Along the golden road, striding calmly through the day,
Unknown to any perils that may come their way,
Walked the girl with ruby slippers, a puppet stuffed with straw,
A man molded out of metal, and a beast of tame claw.
To the right of Emerald City, lives the Wicked Witch of the West,
Quietly cackling to herself, “Let’s rid me of this pest!”
She ordered on her minions, “Pry the shoes off of her feet,
“Show her utter helplessness, make her taste defeat!”
The dominant winged sapiens, oh, try as they might,
Just couldn’t remove them; the shoes were too tight!
Returning defeated and with empty hands,
The Wicked Witch had finished devising a new plan.
“If the girl won’t relinquish the slippers,” she said,
“Then our final resort shall be off with her head!
“But before you do so, you may do what you wish,”
And with that, the monkeys flew off to their dish.
They surrounded the troupe; there was nowhere to run,
They took turns holding her down, and each had their fun.
The beasts came in ones, twos, threes, sometimes more,
And the cries of the girl’s screams were futile and ignored.
Some hundred had performed, afterwards they’d felt blest,
And on the bricks lay a once-pure girl, getting her rest.
She’d feebly cry, “Why didn’t you help me? Why?”
And her entourage had mischievous glints in their eyes.
The man of pure metal, her cries he ignored,
Laid her down by her arms and nailed her to a board.
Upon feeling the pain, she yelled “This is just a bad dream!”
But for what would happen next, she would surely have screamed.
The scarecrow above her raised his axe on high,
And brought it down upon her frail, struggling thighs.
She would try to escape, but to no certain avail,
For the beast became feral and bore his sharp nails.
It tore open her chest, and it ripped her wide apart,
But alas, for the lion, he found not courage in her heart.
They left her alone and they went back on their way,
To the raspy breaths of a young girl in certain dismay.
Left alone once again, her tale met its end,
Lying bare in the road without the comfort of a friend.
So is the end of this tale with nary a cause,
The most infamous story of the Lawless Land of Oz.
- by gdforce2k5 -
Somewhere Over the Rainbow. I love the Oz books and the movie. And I love how this 10 year old girl sings this classic! Amazing!
