Which Here Is Dorothy, and Which the Witch?

Warning!  Suitable for Children Only!    
   
"That dog's a menace to the community.    
I'm taking her to the sheriff to make sure she's destroyed."    
-- Miss Almira Gulch,    
a citizen taxed,    
speaking of a pet owner    
   
* * *    
   
As sheriff of the county Chasing Rainbows, you decide    
if Miss Almira Gulch, still all but lame on being bit,    
de facto is a wicked witch in failing to abide    
one mangy, little, pigtailed moron dressed in gingham shit    
who daily in Miss Gulch's poppy garden off a rope    
uncouthly buries monkey bones and hikes a leg to whiz    
or craps an emerald turd of wide-screen, cinematic scope    
while breaking into showtunes as she farts to do her biz    
till skipping down the yellow sulfur bricks of number two --    
the ill-bred bitch yet drops a house of Toto pups on you.    
   
* * *    
   
A Dedication of Respect    
for    
the Pain of Countless Totos --    
Not to Mention Each Neighborly Miss Gulch --    
What with No Dotty Potty Trained    
   
A Menippean Satire    
on    
the Wicked Old Ideology Irresponsible of Breeding    
Conscious,    
Feeling    
"Fur Babies"    
   
.   .   .    
   
Feetnote    
Yet each year on this side of the rainbow in the United States alone,    
roughly 1.2 million Totos --    
aside from 5.4 million witchy cats --    
drop ding-dong dead in a roadside ditch.  
 
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Ding-dong!  The bitch is dead!
Which old bitch?  The wicked bitch!
Ding-dong!  The wicked bitch is dead!
Wake up, you sleepy head!
Rub your eyes!  Get out of bed!
Wake up!  The wicked bitch is dead!
She's gone where the breeders go!
Below!  Below!  Below!  The ho!
Let's open up and sing --
and ring the bells out!
Ding-dong!  The merry-o!
Sing it high!  Sing it low!
Let them know the wicked bitch is dead!