Winston Wilson was
A man with a winsome personality and a winning smile.
His wily charms made him irresistible
To women young and old.
He wooed wives and waifs with his wits,
A wolf in a white suit
Was Winston Wilson.
While walking one wintery morning
He came across a young widow,
Who would not be wooed by his whimsy.
She wove for him instead
A tale of woe that withered his heart.
He wept for her,
And felt himself grow weary.
The woman smiled,
Teeth as white as the winter snow.
For she was a witch,
Wandering in search of a wicked soul
Whose sins she would wash away
On a wintery morning,
And whose withered soul
Would then be hers to claim.
The witch walked away, content,
Leaving behind only a white suit
Lost against the winter snow.
From that day, amongst the women,
The wives, the waifs and the widows,
Not a whisper was heard
Of Winston Wilson
Or his wily, wicked ways.