The Wobbly Walls of Winkerton

Crossing over the Worlds of Well

Is never a task so sweet and swell.

For those of Might and those of Fright,

The trek is no cousin to fun.

Slipping and growling,

Them rocks were a-howling

Towards the Wobbly Walls of Winkerton.

Pleasantry smiles with warm apple spice

Cocooned the air in everything nice.

Splendid lights hung by the old and the young,

Decked the streets festive after Sun.

The excitement infused-

All thinkers amused-

Within the Wobbly Walls of Winkerton.

What a beautiful sight to see,

The Cobblestone streets and Willow trees!

An autumn-time luau, it knew how

To knead the bakers into buns.

Their gusto’s so strong,

As they sing all night long,

From the Wobbly Walls of Winkerton.

Mis-stepping went a lofty cat,

Whose nature built him stout and fat.

He tibbled and tobbled, weaved and bobbled,

Creating surprise from the grit of his run.

He plucked a stone-

Aghasting moans,

Tumbling the Wobbly Walls of Winkerton.

A shocking jolt it surely was,

The scent of dust and obscure fuzz.

Shard broken shelves, folks beside themselves,

So much work must be done.

Piecing back together,

The labor they weather,

Fixing the Wobbly Walls of Winkerton.

The Winkers toil with smiles of sweat

With wee ones wailing, “Are we done yet?”

Patience did trod and left with a nod,

Sword fighting away feeling glum.

Grunts and cackles,

They did spackle,

The Wobbly Walls of Winkerton.

Clearing away the rubble and rock,

The Winkers toiled around the clock.

Each stone was stacked, each corner exact-

Not the finest detail left undone!

Leveled and beveled,

Everyone reveled,

While rebuilding the Walls of Winkerton.

Reconjuring a grand design

A structure that was mighty fine

With mortar stiff, and challenge adrift,

Expelling every last boulder and crumb.

The enclosure stronger-

You can see from way yonder-

The brand-new Walls of Winkerton.

Proud hearts and splendid amazement

Danced within everyone’s sentiment.

Their fondness grew, their love anew!

The quilt had sewn stitches once undone.

What a lofty cat demolished,

The Winkers re-polished

Into the beautiful Walls of Winkerton.

…and once what was wobbly, rickety and bobbly,

With the toils of even the weak and hobbly,

Grew strong and sturdy, and pretty.

Lofty cat or not, wild horses, nor lost parrot

Stand a chance to swivel or pivot

This new, sound city.

For round is around,

And the get has got.

Trials can be won

Over the slight and fraught.

The Winkers were one, triumph was won…

Just look at the Walls of Winkerton!