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.