Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Unwords to the Wise

Rumpelstiltskin, a spinning whiz,

Can raisinflaxon straw into

A wealth of purest gold which is

A glitterington pile for view.

He sure can standerwoppin crow

Of such a dooterifin feat,

But Rumpelstiltskin now does know

That this Queen is filled with deceit,

Who makes up words and makes up lies

To trick dummy Rumpelstiltskin

To divulge his name and, surprise,

The game he loses and I win.

Once upon a time, unword crafter,

I live happily ever after.