In the annals of annoyance, Wilzy takes the crown, A master of irritation, forever wearing a frown. He spews out insults with a misguided glee, But the jokes on him, for he's the real comedy.
Like a mosquito's buzz or a nagging itch, Wilzy's presence is like a sour glitch, he struts and he preens, oh what a sight, A prime example of insipid delight.
So let him rant and rave, the obnoxious star, In the grand theater of annoyance, he'll go far. But remember, dear Wilzy, as you play your role, You're just a blip in the chaos, a minor troll.