Welcome Wonderful Whacky Water World of water and fins
Wishing we would wistfully wrestle wobbly west winds
Where warm wiggling worms willfully wax their smiles.
While whooping wolligags wander aimlessly along the miles.
Life seems to be a little tacky
It makes me feel I'm going Whacky,
I mentioned this to my husband, John
Who said, "you are not going. You've gone!"
Whimsically
Whacky
Wonderful
W
Whether
We
Would
Willingly
Write
Wee
Wisps of
Wisdom
While
Wishful
Wanting
Wanders
Waywardly into our
Writs of
Writing.
Whimsically
Wonderfully
Whacky
W, you are so
Worrisome!
I smoke my whacky tobaccy quite regularly.
I smoke my whacky tobaccy along with my morning coffee
and just before lunch so I can bring on the munchies.
A day doesn't go by
without it being indulged by I.
A little whacky tobaccy.
I smoke it on the job. I smoke it at home.
I smoke it with others. I smoke it alone.
I smoke it whether or not I'm having a good or bad head.
I smoke it when I have trouble sleeping, just before going to bed.
I smoke it to deter me from smoking cigarettes.
Between those two smoking evils, whacky tobaccy is the less.
I smoke it everyday and every night.
I smoke it when I need to increase my appetite.
The only major thing bad about whacky tobaccy that I must admit
is that you can get arrested for using or possessing it.
I smoke it for pleasure, medicinally and also because it's a vice.
It still damages your health and that's never cool or nice,
but it's a health risk that rarely yours truly occasionally takes.
I smoke it when it's there, but if it's not, I take long breaks
and before you know it, it's a habit long gone that I don't even miss
until someone approaches me and asks, "Hey Dude, Ya want a hit off this?"
Never say never
I was still laughing,
still having a blast
giving my two cents
on what’s hip and what’s not
little did I know
it’s so not me
that’s definitely not my calling…
Wearing my hat half skew on my head
jeans so baggy
I almost tripped
thinking I look so fly
only thing missing was my rhymes
“whasup my peeps!! how’s things rolling?”
silly me!
Should have seen those quizzical expressions
as if to say, err what the hell or who the hell are you trying to be
silly me!
thinking to myself…
What to say next when you silence a room?
earth open up and swallow me whole
it happened that day my whacky words dried up!!
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