Revisionist Poetry – The Lay of Copernicus Wiffledown, unfinished, v.2

Copernicus Wiffledown was much admired—

a well-to-do gentleman who kept a pouch

of wrapped surprises beneath his coat:

a mitten when the north wind came,

a loaf for someone’s sudden hunger.

They called him Scrooge on Christmas Day—

not for keeping, but because he counted gifts

and hoarded them until the town could breathe.