1. OZ THE BLOODY

Land of Oz was nice and simple:
Winkies', Quadlings', Munchkins' people,
When those little happy nations
Changed by different translation.

Marvellous world
Was recreated
Now and again:
Malice untold,
Bloodlust and hatred,
Carpenter's reign.

The soldiers march,
Their feet are thudding,
They rend and crush
Oz the bloody.

Your childhood tale
Is dying, buddy:
All praise and hail
Oz the bloody.

Meet Urfin, the witches' student,
Who made soldiers that were wooden,
That were feared and that were hated,
By a wildweed animated.

Here they advance,
Their bodies glisten,
Steps shake terrain;
None stand a chance,
None hope to withstand
Fierce wooden men.

Read the book and you'll believe that
Urfin hacked the weed and cleaved it,
Then he dried it out in sunshine,
Making ready for consumption.