‘No way. Way!’, a d’Verse Quadrille
Runaway, wayless, makes his way up dark areaway - to stowaway on a rockaway. Highwayman in jet cutaway strolling past purplish twayblades, reading stolen waybill, notes blond wayward flyaways. Hereaway’s no place for young tearaways, he smiles. Well, leastways we’re both of waygoing lifeways.
The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s Quadrille challenge #120.
The quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title), and it can take any form. This week’s challenge was to use the word “way” in a quadrille.