Wee Willie Winkie
Ran through the town
In his nightgown
What the hell
Was he running through the town
In his nightgown?
Where were his parents?
Why was he not in his bed?
Was he crazy?
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Lol, he's definitely wonky! Hahaha loved your poem!
Perhaps Willies winkie liked wafting in the wind while he wandered through town, wearing tidy Whiteys
Nice work I loved it ❤️🤗 I hope my stories get to the top one day 😪💔