Senses

 

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.