via Daily Prompt: Varnish
The Tins man had forgotten to give the Tinman a heart, as the story goes.
One day he was in the forest chopping wood when it began to rain,
and his metal exterior became rusted and tarnished.
There, the Tinman remained frozen in place,
until one fine day, Dorothy and the Scarecrow happened upon him.
“Erl” the Tinman murmured from his rusted lips… “Erl.”
Scarecrow scratched his head when he questioned,
“Dorothy, who the hell is Earl??”
You see, the Scarecrow didn’t have a brain…
As Dorothy glanced around she saw the oil can sitting on a stump.
“He needs Oil!”, she exclaimed; “Hurry!”
They passed the oil can about, a squirt, squirt here and there,
applying oil to the Tinman’s mouth and limbs.
The Tinman then explained how he was built without a heart.
After the Tinman’s performance,
“We’re off to see the Wizard, The Wonderful Wizzard of Oz!”
skipping their way down the yellow brick road.
Along the way, they came across the Cowardly Lion
They, of course, invited him along;
Hell, couldn’t just leave the scaredy cat behind.
Skipping their way down the yellow brick road…
“We’re off to see The Wizard, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz!”
After fending off the Wicked Witch of the East, from beyod every corner,
they finally reached The Emerald City.
A glorified Spa cleaned up their new guest in preparation for meeting The Wonderful Wizzard of Oz. Dorothy and The Cowardly Lion had their hair curled up, The Scarecrow stuffed with new hay and the Tinman got buffed up with new varnish, to display a new shiny exterior of a man.
As Dorothy, Scarecrow, Tinman, and Cowardly Lion entered the hall in which the Wonderful Wizzard’s bulging, angry head danced upon the fire, he bellowed he would grant them their wishes, if only they killed off the Wicked Witch of The East, and bring back proof.
So, off they went down that damn yellow brick road once again singing, “We’re off the see the bitch that wicked old witch!”
It wasn’t an easy task to beat flying monkeys and the troops at the gate, in fact, they all got cornered in a compromised place within the wicked old castle.
Okay, this is where it gets a bit sketchy to me; why was there a bucket of water on this landing? I haven’t got a clue, but quick thinking struck when the Wicked Witch of The East set Scarecrow ablaze, Dorothy picked up the mystery bucket of water to put out the flames but hit the Wicked old witch as well. There the Wicked Old Witch of The East scream out, “I’m melting! I’m melting!”
“Yay! The wicked old biddy was finally dead!” They all sang out loud; as they pranced their way back to the Wizard of Oz to grant them all their wishes.
By now, those damn ruby red slippers were forming blisters on Dorothy’s tired feet, as they scurried up the yellow stone cobble road.
They finally reach the Emerald City and Toto uncovers ‘The Myth, The Man’; that creepy old Wizzard that promised them that he would grant them their wishes. Scarecrow got his degree, Tinman, a heart beating necklace, and Lion a medal of courage.
Dorothy, on the other hand, was left to cry only wishing she could go home, back to her Aunty Em, but the Wizard couldn’t perform his last wish.
Ah, the translucent bubble drifted downward from the skies above, and Glenda The Good Witch explained to her… “Silly little ninny, you were wearing these magic ruby red slippers after you killed off the Wicked Witch of the West, weren’t you even listening to me at the beginning of the movie? You could have been out of here already, if only you listened back then. All you have to do is click your heels, and repeat after me: “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, and you’ll leave this colorful place, and return to the dust bowl you refer to as home.”
Dorothy then said her goodbyes to her traveling companions. Scarecrow wished he didn’t have a brain to feel the pain, Lion balled his eyes out, and Tinman’s heart began to break and tarnish all over again. She handed him his oil can and told him to pick up more WD-40, and lube up.
Dorothy hugged them all goodbye, clicked her blistered feet encased in her ruby red slippers and repeatedly said; “There’s no place like home, There’s no place like home” and she had awakened back in black and white with Aunty Em, and family surrounding her.
Can you believe it’s December 1st? Happy Friday to each and every one of you!!!
I thought I would take today, the last day of Mindfulness Matters and post some positive quotes and affirmations. Of course, I’ll add a touch and dash of humor to the mix.
I know I have posted this before, but I couldn’ resist posting this little guy again. I mean really, look at that sweet little face!
We all have them, but we also have the tools to cope with those rough days. Don’t allow them to take over your life. Focus on the present moment, and remember… You are not alone.
Practice meditation daily. Calm yourself down, breathe, and simply remember that you are doing the best you can. 🙂
Try not to wear the world on your shoulders… You’ll end up shrinking. 🙂
Alright, my friends, I am going to join my roommate and have a nice dinner out this evening. Afterwards, I intend to come back here and get caught up with all of your posts. I find each and every one of you unique, kind, inspirational, and overall look forward to reading whats happening in your lives. I love your poetry, short stories, and the experiences you have from all walks of life, and from all over the world.
Enjoy your Friday evening!
Take Care & God Bless,
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via Daily Prompt: One-Way
Have you ever thought back to the times when your Mom was attempting to make a point, and you’re left there thinking to yourself, ‘Huh?’
Here are a few winners from my childhood, please keep in mind I was born in 1966, and Mom, 1946. Only a mere twenty years difference. Also, keep in mind that things were A LOT DIFFERENT when she was growing up.
Mom – “You can tell a boy likes you if he punches you in the arm.”
(Thoughts) – ‘So, if I kick him back, does that mean true love?’
Mom – “You shouldn’t make faces at people. One day someone’s gonna slap you on the back when you make a face, and it will freeze that way.”
(Thoughts) – ‘Okay, so you don’t have to make a creative Halloween costume this year.’
Mom – “You better eat all that food on your plate! There are starving children in China.”
(Thoughts) – ‘I don’t even think starving children in China would want to eat this liver concoction.’
Mom – “Make sure you make your bed before you go to school.”
(Thoughts) – ‘Are we expecting visitors while no one’s home?’
Mom – “You’re not leaving the house dressed like that.”
(Thoughts) – ‘Oh, but walking out the front door naked is acceptable?’
Mom – “Make sure you wash your face and brush your teeth before bed.”
(Thoughts) – ‘How ’bout I brush my face and wash my teeth. How many times do I need to be reminded of this one?’
Mom – “Don’t talk back to me!”
(Thoughts) – ‘Should I mime my response to you?’
Mom – “One-way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
(Thoughts) – ‘Well, that seems a bit drastic.”
Mom – “Young ladies shouldn’t be calling boys.”
(Thoughts) – ‘Who said I was a lady yet?’
Ah, the memories of what my Mother instilled in me as a child, and a young teenager were priceless. I learned from the best when it came to becoming a wise ass. 🙂
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