Wear the Whiffle

Wonder wrought the Whiffler,

the Whiffler, wearied, wondered.

Where were the whiffle

if a Whiffler they were?

 

White weedy whippers

went wither with weather

and wilted with wisdom the

Whiffler's wants.

 

Without wain nor wind

whether wanting or wiped,

the Whiffler's wandring was

without whiff of win.

Whimpered, weeping, wrung

was worry widely whispered,

with wild wet whistles

the Whiffler withdraws.