Is Poem by JOY JOHNSON

the world we hear her weeds wither
wicked witches wasted his wish
wisdom was handed out woven wrapped
wine won hearts happy week
his head heard waves whisper
wish hard on what you hopeful
wait and watch his wonders
women wash wet hair
here we have a world of worlds
hell is a hot hidden hole in the earth
whole hens waddle walk hurry
hooray hope is within your heart
however, the wail water is hot weather
hear the words of wisdom
wind chimes whistle winds of harmony
his wish has wounded his head
hungry herds of wolves hurt hide
hit a home run wings to heaven
wish you were here with him women