The
Perverbial Five Senses
The
eyes have a thousand nights
and
each day is a sight to see.
Eat,
drink, and – it’s on the tip of your tongue -
put
your merry where your mouth is.
A
nose by any other name
sniffs
out trouble and smells the roses.
Ears
lend me your friends:
cheers
of words and the spheres of music.
Skin
deep is the beauty
of
nerves headstrong hanging by a thread.
