maunder
daunt
Oh hi!
Hi , I'm Kenneth Whimsy.
Hi, Kenneth, so good of you,
please come into my poem.
Hi, I'm in now.
Hi . May I bring you a cup of largesse?
Hi , I'm Mimsie Whimsy.
May
I
come in too?
Hi, Mimsie. Sorry this place is so empty,
I'm just moving in myself.
Shall
I
draw up this whisk broom for you?
Or this patent leather gladiolus?
Thank you so much,
but I'll just go and bring in little Quimsy W.
and big Jimsie.
Hi!
Hi!
Hi. Now let me try to guess who you are. You're.
Little Quimsy Whimsy!
Hi.
Hi!
And now that my poem is full of Whimsies
there'll never be any
old death
old prostheses
old poetry
old old age
old anything-ugh!
Hi, it's me again.
Hi right back to you.
Hi!
And we won't ever have to speak anything but Whimsian
good old funny words
exegesis
borscht
bazooka
tragedy
Hi!
Hi , little Quimsy.
