Wincing watching wife; weeping, worn weary, wails wavering.
Winston's wagering, whopping windfalls withering, wan wishes wallow! Worries, wringing, wretched: Winston.
Wake, Winston! Wild-eyed, witless wee warrior: wake!
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We wait, watching willful waifs wavering, waltzing wallets- whisking waistcoats! Waylaying willfulness!
Warning! Warning! Wary wardens! Weakening wards! Wearisome weather!
Wives! Whores! Wanton Wendys! Warm-blooded. Willing.
Wake, Winston! Wheezing whelp whereof wicked women winking-ly whisper: wake!
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Woeful witless Winston!
Winter winds wistfully withdraws wifely womanly warmth.
Wondrously wooden Winston! Wooing wordlessly, wasting wedlock!
Wormy, worn-out Winston, worshipping worthless wraiths wrapped, wreathed, withered wenches.
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Wakened Winston; wracked Winston, weakened Winston!
Whatever.
Widely whipped. Wheedling writhing worthless whelp.
Woebegone whoreson; Winston.
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This poem chronicling the ruin of Winston's life is a tautogram. Here is my research into this unusual form of poetry:
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Judey Kalchik
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Comments (11)
Poor Winston, woeful is he indeed. thoroughly enjoyable bit of writing,
Hearted and subscribed throughly enjoyed reading about Winstons demise
Great take on the challenge
Well, it's wonderful! Well done.
Greatly enjoyed this! Something about the fact that only the W in "whore" is silent seems symbolically significant here...
This is so awesome , Judey. You are natural poet ❤️🎉
“Winter winds wistfully withdraws wifely womanly warmth.”… wow!! 😍😍 You made magic with one letter! Love this so much! 😍
Great job!
Wow...😊💕
Your writing spoke to me :)
Okay, That was nice✨❤️😉 Great job ❗❗❗