Wait waterless wanderer. Whoever walks to the well will wade into a wonderous world

Wait waterless wanderer. Whoever walks

to the well will wade into a wonderous world.

A world which will waken the wilting

wallpaper of work and worry. Well? Worry

will wait while wells wand whirls a warm-

hearted wackiness into a weary week,

whereafter waves and waterfalls of

wonderment will wash all weakness. A way?

Well? A world wide web of wholehearted

wholesome wisdom and wit waits wipe away

worries. Wells works wonders for wrinkles.

Why wait. Why wonder. Why worry. Why

wain. Why whittle. Why wither. Walk in. Well.

What we waiting for. It'll double you. At

Hardys Well.

 

by Lemn Sissay, a local poet

 

On the side of the Hardy's Well pub, Rusholme, and with an extremely weathered red phone box in their beer garden.

Done