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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Williwonk rose from its hibernating sleep And jumped up in joy with a sinuous leap. Time for some mischief, he mischievously said, I'll shake up Manvile and fill them with dread. For such a vile creature was the Williwonk, you see Quite different from the likes of you and me. He had a large head like that of a sheep, With two twisted horns and a nose that went beep, beep. It's ears were like vanes you find on windmills And a very long tail with prehensile skills. Its hands were not two like you normally see But all knobby and twisted - they were numbered three. The Williwonk had no friend nor any foe And lived in the hills in a darkened grotto. In the long cold winters when snow descended The Williwonk lay down and slept in a sleep unended, Till the spring time thawed the snow on the ground And Manville and birds filled the air with their sound. The Williwonk emerged from his dank smelly home, And rolled down the hillside to where the Man-things roam. It sneaked into the warehouse where Superglue's kept And stole two cans and out he crept. The next stop for the creature was where candy was made Soft, hard and medium, candy in colours of each and every shade. With a gleeful grunt and most wicked little smirks The Williwonk upended Superglue in the works. Then off to his grotto did the Williwonk go, The results of his handiwork next day would show. The rest of the day the Williwonk relaxed, He trimmed out his whiskers, his ears he dewaxed. Come the morrow, he ventured quietly into town, Hiding in the earthworks (you see he was brown). He saw the havoc that the Superglue had done, And crept into town to have some fun. A group of kids to the Candy Store went, And there on the goodies their money they spent. They giggled with joy and were quite thrilled That their cravings for sweetness would soon be fulfilled. But soon to their dismay and a bit to their shock, They found that their candy had all turned to rock. They cried and they sniffled at the turn of events And promptly complained to their doting parents. There was uproar in Manville, the elders were enraged. It's the work of the Williwonk, he's got be erased! We've tolerated his nonsense, now he's gone way too far, Every year he does something our happiness to mar. The Williwonk he shivered, with fear he quivered. He ran to his grotto and hid; And wondered deep and long at the mischief he did. He reflected with wisdom which had dawned on him late That it was foolhardy to meddle with fickle-minded fate. If Manville thought it fit, it could rise up as a man And hound him to death - such hate it could fan. So deep he thought of his hateful ways And decided to mend himself for the rest of his days. He'd stop wallowing in self-pity, mischief discard, From waywardness and hate he would henceforth keep guard. With deep remorse and resolve, the Williwonk got bold, He dug deep in his cave and mined a pot of gold. He dressed in his best and went into town, And stood in front of Townhall on greens freshly mown. I declare, he said to the gathering crowd, I swear, he said, in a voice that was loud. I eschew my Williwonkness from this day onwards And if I err you may give my just rewards. Now Man-things knew through wisdom of old, That Forgiveness was a virtue (and of course there was gold). The Williwonk was forgiven, his deeds forgotten. His looks took a change, his heart was not rotten. So the Williwonk now lives in a modest house in Manville He now eats fine candy not the Williwonk swill. And you can hear him laugh loud As he jokes with the crowd. Oh, I forgot to tell, The Williwonk does sell The finest candy at the store With "WILLIWONK CANDY" on the door!
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