The Continuous and Further Wanderings of Willy Wart

The Continuous and Further Wanderings of Willy Wart

( Author’s Note: This could be considered to be a sequel to my previous work, The Earlier and Later Adventures of Willy Wart, which was, as has been previously mentioned, a sequel to Willy Wart Wandered W Way, so this could be called the third in a trilogy or it could be the average weight of a Siberian mammoth, not that such creatures still exist, but they once did, as they have bones in glass cages in museums, to prove it. Anyway, you do not need to read the other two works to understand this one. Indeed, you can skip all three, if you like. Time is of the essence, and all the doors are open. )

Willy Wart walked in quick sand, slow sand,
sand hard to tread, sand bony dead,
saw sea shell, sea swell,
heard bell bong, gong song,
multi-iambic ting tong,
watched mermaid wade where dolphins played,
went in rough rout with enough doubt,
to play a game of ping pong.
What a menace, worse than tennis,
bat and ball, he hit wrong,
had a fish wish, thought of steamy stew on hot dish,
strolled with the shoal, spied a vole hole,
entered rhyme time, spoke without mime,
sung dune tune, carved a spoon rune,
ate a black prune, blinked at night noon,
acknowledged sand man, had a sleep plan,
time for bed fellow, bull bellow in corn yellow,
drank coffee, ate toffee,
went mind numb, act dumb,
to relax tax, feed fax,
bed stead, book read,
day fled, sunset bled red,
dream scheme, watched his trapped thoughts teem,
switched light out to sight flout.
Midnight gone, ate a cold scone,
deep sleep, owls weep.
Morn wake, take break.
Willy Wart always chased,
always traced through his day, never caught.
His brain in a bubble meant double trouble,
mind in a muddle wanted a mammoth
to stamp in a puddle.
Willy Wart wondered if his life would be awful grim,
if sabre toothed tigers lept and roared at him,
if he was born a leprechaun and wore a coat ragged torn,
green as a yellow stalk of corn,
would he have the breath to blow his horn,
to wake the wise wood folk in the early dawn.


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