Weighty Words

While researching today found the "W"s in some old Webster's dictionary. I've never paid much attention to "W"s. I don't know why. Since they are nearly last in the alphabet's order, they always seemed something to be "got around to" -- eventually. Yet, they draw a plethora of visual images not to be missed.

For instance, imagine: A waddler waddling in the wading pool, wadding in one hand and a stack of wadset papers in the other. He wabbles to and fro while he studies the wadsets. He isn't normally wabbly. Indeed, this condition rarely occurs except when he wavers in indecision while wading in water where small waves lick his feet while he intently watches the wording of the wadsets.

He wags his head at his pet wagati who is wailing under the Wagenboom, nearby. It could be a Weeping Willow, but it is not. It is a Wagenboom. He wonders briefly whether a weasel wouldn't have made a better pet than a wagati, then discards the idea, quite satisfied with his wisdom of wresting the wagati away from the wicked wheezy widow who whipped the wagati unmercifully.

A waeg's wings whir near the Wagenboom and remind our wabbly wadsetter that he is wet and weary. So he wobbles to his wingchair placed conveniently near the window box, wagers with the wily waiter and wins a waiver of the fee for a wineglass of waahoo and a wafer or two.

He orders a wonton and while he waits his wits go woolgathering wistfully wishing he were not a wadsetter but rather a womanizer. Rather woozy by now from the wineglass of waahoo, he sets out to woo the wheezy widow who is the only woman he knows.

In short order, a wonderful wedding with witnesses a-plenty occurs during which he realizes he was wrought-up when he considered winning a wife. Rather than be wretched, he wrings his hands, withdraws his pledge and wiggles out of the wedding.

The hapless widow wilts but not before she watches him wince when she attacks his wigless head.

A williwaw swoops down and whisks our woeful wadsetter into its whorls with great force before depositing him once more in his wicker wing chair.

His wontons are delivered after which he indulges a whiskey and a game of whist with some Walloons who happen by.

Lest you think this account is a wacky whopper, let me assure you that every word is true.

Weighty Words © 2005 Chaeli Sullivan