An X Rated Alliteration, I think?

William’s whatchemacallit wavered in the wind. Willhamena wondered what was wrong with it. William put willy away and he walked Willhamena to Westward Way as winter was where the season was at, and waving one’s willy was wasteful of one’s time in this weather.

The waterfall was worthwhile seeing on the way back to Willhamena’s. However, William’s waterworks were not watertight as he was wanting to water the wildflowers urgently, his bladder as wide as a watermelon.

When William had waggled it, his wristwatch was wet so he wiped it on his wankerchief a word known only to men!

Witchcraft was at hand as William walked into a wheelbarrow left by the woodcutter making wickerwork by the wayside.

Work people, Willy whined get right up my waterspout. Willhamena’s eyes wondered down to his willy which had left its wet mark on his Y fronts so left her wondering.

William dropped off Willhamena and walked back to Warrington West, stripped down to his vest and slept.

Celia Poppinjay 28/5/2021