We wished we were wrong.
What was wanted was wisdom,
which William wished when wishing was worthless:
William's wraith wrangled, wrestled with wrath;
William's witless woo was weaving
wounds with woe.
William's whiskers were whisked white
when whizzed whole wind, which whistled.
William wittered when wondered with wink.
What wrinkled when withered..?
Went with wriggled wit,
which worked wonderfully wild.
