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The Whassitt and The Whattiss

by Frank Fields
copyright 04-16-2007


Age Rating: 10 +

It happened on a night, not long ago,
This tale of the Whassitt and the Whattiss.

Whassitt did want to travel wide,
Whattiss preferred the home.

The argument, it raged, into the
Early hours of the morn.

Whassitt and Whattiss, neither one
Nor other, victorious nor triumphant.

Whassitt had fell down in a dead faint,
Whattiss followed soon, thereafter.

When the milk man came a-knocking
Nary sound of normal, rumble bumble did he hear.

Instead a silence, like none other,
That spoke of death upon the wind.

He opened wide the door to find
The bodies of the Whassitt and the Whattiss

Locked in death's own final grasp.
One to go the North, the other to the South.

This tale, as it is truly, truly told
Is told by Parents, Teachers, and the like,

To warn their charges of the perils
Of discord in their minds.







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        04-17-2007     Frank Fields        

Nay good Sir, for see you not, that had the author spake in such clear tongue, a mystery would have been denied which, as it is or as it seems it be, has beguiled near each and every one, so far to be and entranced. Even unto pausing for a bit upon an unfamiliar word or two, upon a phrase or three, and so the hook is set, the trophy won, the reader reading for his own delight. It may yet pass, however, that upon advice so well given, there may a continuance occur. My thanks, sirrah! And to each as well who stops to see if there be rumble-bumble worthy of their time.

William :)

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