Some silliness for mlmm tale weaver #261: tale weaver/fairy tale = wizard

“how much whiz could a wizard whiz if a wizard could whiz whiz”

“how much fizz could a wizard whiz if a wizard could fizz whizz”

“how much fizz could a wizard fizz if a wizard could fizz fizz”

“how much whiz could a wizard fizz could a wizard could whiz . . .”

Oops!

Well, this rhyme was good while it lasted.

A contemplation to pass the philosophical time between do, did and done.

“Oh . . .

Follow that rainbow over the stream
Follow the person who follows a dream
Follow, follow, follow, follow
Follow the yellow brick road

They’re off to see the Wizard
The wonderful Wizard of Oz
I hear she is a whiz of a wiz
If ever a wiz there was
If ever, oh ever a wiz there was

The Wizard of Oz is one because
Because, because, because, because, because
Because of the wonderful things she does
They’re off to see the Wizard
The wonderful Wizard of Oz.”

{Aside: Thank you. Thank you. I bow to the audience of none.}

Well, some poetic license, I suppose. And, there are potholes in that yellow brick road . . .

But I am a mighty fine wizard if I must say so myself.

I do so in solitude, for in this version of Oz, they never do make it to the Emerald City.

The director’s cut.

Probably just lost; no GPS back in 1939.

And, it’s not like Oz is on most maps.

Open those wardrobe doors.

Turn left at Never Never Land.

Step through the looking glass.

Stop at cliché, and leap . . .

So, I’ll just put the kettle on.

Yes, I look rather silly.

But, this must be a mad hatter’s tea party.

Because I’m rather mad.

In fact, I’m furious.

Or is that fluvius?

Note to self: stop talking to yourself.

Conjure up a friend or three.

Then, we’ll all have tea.

The poof.

“I’ll be gone
Gone, gone, gone
Really gone
Gone, ga-gone . . .”

(Robert Palmer & Alison Krauss; “Gone, Gone, Gone;” Raising Sand, 2007)

.image: J.W. Waterhouse