Weekly,

writing whatever while wondering what wonderful wonders would willingly waste withering 'way.

wicked wealthy war wages where white women won't wander when wisdom's worshippers wane.

wishing whispers will water words worn warm with wroth without wetting worried Western weapons.

welcoming wispy wary wanderers warranting woeful witless whines warning wretched walled wallets.

wrestling waylaying worming winded wraiths wilily withstanding wounded whelps' weightless wails.

Why?