A Note To Mr. Wiffle

There once was a poet named Wiffle, he never wrote porno or piffle. Though the powers decreed he had sinned and indeed he repented and showed a small sniffle. He'd forgotten that poets may not use their talent to....well, lose the plot. Mr. Wiffle my dear please behave now, you hear or you may get yourself really shot! I will say that (this is a conclusion) , we are left with the son of illusion put your thoughts in between all the lines to be seen by the ones who can practice collusion. I can say 'oh I love what you wrote and your rhyme, (is it cute rhymes with goat) .' Mr Wiffle my friend you will win in the end and you know I shall give you my vote.