Where Would The Ruby-ed Shoe-bied Teacher Go? Revolutionary Improv Rhyming Poem

The blonde teacher/
crossed and uncrossed/
her ankles slow /
and lo!/
I watched her toes/
flow/
back-and-forth and to-and-fro/
and so/
I wondered where she would go/
if she clicked together, in the front row,/
her ruby slippers? I-O/
wa? Idaho?
I don’t know.

Click Three Times At Church: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

In church today I/
saw a woman with ruby/
slippers. Where’d she go?