The Illusions

It’s not an orange or lime, it loves to be in your poem verses, its’ words are made to ring like a chime and it fits great within those lines.

By itself, it doesn’t fare well but with an adjective or a noun, it loves to be found and sounds swell. A Rhyme can convey a good thought or bad, to be either funny or sad, it can be used in the kitchen if you have the thyme.

I can be held at bay whilst you pen your thoughts line by line, to create a poem that will make the readers sway, but to me, it’s like a dry shower on a hot and humid day.

You may think of me as being very vain but my desire is to avail and in all honesty, who does not like my special ring to the Fairy Tale? Whenever you need me, here I am, we can work together, just like toast and jam.

Let me tell mine

With words and a smell

Grace notwithstanding

Your words hit the page

The smell hits the nostril

With fury and rage

Sense you maketh

From words written down

The smell makes you gag like a pig tending clown

So which the most powerful

Word or the smell

Until you experience it

Whois to tell

Just enjoy and respect

Each in its own sphere

We hope you enjoy, all that you hear