this much-dramatized singed vest,
Wendell might have given his best.
During the fire, he was heard to shout
and 'twas damn good that he put the thing out!
Wendell hadn't lost much in the way of monetary value, but most notably he had lost face in the pecking order of the all male shop full of cackling, laughing roosters.
Yup, the gig was up,
and with vigor and vim
'twas his ass they'd whup:
yeah, the joke was on HIM!
So this is the only fact
you will need:
with his suit not intact,
his name was now TWEED.