Four Fleet Feet

The Wirdle of Irdle having four fleet feet

Eagerly entered a sole searing track meet

With legs that flashed like thingamaroos

She even fried extra thick soles on her shoes

 

Off to the Amazon jungle she trekked

Constantly having blood slurping bugs to deflect

Till one day punctured by a screamin Gwadudull

Which’d left a huge protrusion atop of her skull

 

Tho’ having extra layers of gwango leaves sewn together

Created four soles awesome acceleratin could weather

Then with all strapped tightly onto her speedy feet

She became ‘the Irdle’, competitor’s needed to beat

 

But, Dark Entry, dressed in drone cheating black

Meshed with many racers, far end of race track

This competitor, who’d pass gas when she passed

Constantly left each competitor barely able to gasp.

 

Having sound of starter’s gun sending all racers away   

Had DE’s scent spray sent to escort Wirdle on her way

This smothering Wirdle with ‘them ahems’ from DE’s rear

Caused Wirdle to stumble having been aerated too near

 

With a gagging gasp and a, “Holly damn, ding dong, drat!”

Grasping her gwango soles, Wirdle prepared for combat

Thet protrusion from atop her skull, sprouted a propeller

To run down thet dang Dark Entry, said a gasping smeller

 

An accelerating Wirdle caught n’ screamed passed the pack

While passing Dark Entry, she’d created a sound barrier crack

With the moral of this tale being, as too’s few’s of us knows

It’s time-consuming cutting them’s toe nails on twenty toes!!