Willie

How little Willie wobbled when
he yearned to take a stand.

He tried each potion ever made
plus sticks and rubber bands.

Lotions and potions, starches
and midnight marches.

Yet still he failed to ever cure
the ills he had in hand.

So Willie wobbled long and limp
again with much regret.

Too scared to see a doctor soon
and hated every pill.

She tired of all his stuffing
and cursed him when he did.

If it weren't for his trusty tongue
she'd leave old limping Bill.

So little Willie has to munch
much more than nightly meals..