OK, so I am going to attempt to do at least 30 dabbles & poems based on both the book and the play.

Warning ahead of time: my poetry is not amazing. I am making an ATTEMPT at it, so its going to be imperfect.

Some of my poems do not rhyme, YES this is poetry, as long as it has rhythm. Also, I love ending a poem the same way I started it, so thats probably going to be a recurring trait throughout them.

There will also be dabbles mixed in with these poems

Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked, etc, etc.

Exception: (ik sep'shən) n. 1. a case to which rule, general case, etc. does not apply.

There is an exception

to every statement and rule,

It's like a rule itself.

As Glinda floated in her bubble,

smiling, waving to the crowd below,

she suddenly realized this was true.

Their joyful cheers and cries,

celebrating the death of a Witch,

were almost true.

They chanted endlessly,

"No one mourns the Wicked!"

"No one cries, 'They won't return!'"

But Glinda did cry for her best friend,

she was the exception.

Please tell me what you think, I REALLY appreciate it.