The Minstrels' War

If a quicker wit

A whistle

Watching call

Without

A whistled ear

To wander

A gander at the wall.

Without a

Wotcher who

Will wonder

At what you've done

Weaving varied tapestries

Though wearing all but none.

A wandering minstrel

With a

Wolfhound at his back

Weaving between his heels

Warily watching those

Who wearily

Walk the

Winding path

Westward and Eastward

To Hell's warm heart

The wicked, half witted

Wastrels hack.