The Wit is nimble, and can skip
The longest distances with ease.  
It flits on an extended trip, 
One day, and back from overseas.  
The Wisdom hasn’t cleared the dock, 
A wide, and long, and sluggish ship, 
Her cargo a tremendous stock, 
And filled as if by faucet drip.  
But such a huge displacement packs, 
What takes a flimsy, skimming skiff 
More than a hundred there’s and back’s,
A bounty to save Tenerife.

Wit and Wisdom

A hungry alphabet will flock 
One word to several things.  
Taut meanings have diverged 
From verbal hankerings.