Revigored

Once from a rhymer
Named Weizenheimer
Spun petcock on spigots
to water
and thickets
with prose, passions
and
song - stout as
porridge

Viewed by a climber
Nicknamed some timer
With shiny red kick its
who lived off of crickets
with nose, fashioned so
long - made
to forage

Said upside down fan
To Wordsmything man
Your words give me rickets
My brain union pickets
and slows down my hard drive
and storage

But something quite sweet
My heart doth entreat
to honey filled wickets
abolishing bigots
arose, twice alive
to encourage

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