Art The Whistler

Art could whistle like a bird.
Just pretty notes and not one word.
Art would start whistling when he’d awaken
Then whistle right through his poached eggs and bacon.

He whistled at work, he whistled at home.
He whistled while “talking” to friends on the phone.
He whistled so much that it made people mad
Like his aunt and his cat and his Mom and his Dad.

“Enough!” they would holler. “You whistle by choice!
Now stop all this tweeting and please use your voice!”
So Art scratched his head as he thought what to do.
Then he puckered his lips and he whistled, “Wit Woo!”

“We’ve all had enough of your joking and toying!
And this whistling thing is just really annoying!”
But Art kept on tweeting in front of the clan
So they thought up a way to stop “Whistling Man.”

They pondered and planned on a way to stop Art
And they mapped out a plan and they drew up a chart.
Arts mouth was the source of the family’s unease
So they went and they stapled his lips to his knees.