My oboe Squeaks,
My puppy Barks,
My mother cleans,
My sister shouts.

I banged my toe
Upon a lathe
Boy does it Smart
Pain syncopates.

I watch my sister
Write her book,
My puppy eyes
Her from a nook.

I eat a sandwitch
On a plate, the hearty
meal invigorates.
yumm... tastes tarty

The four senses come and go
We use them all so much you know
Without them life can be quite hard
Using them to defeat your Wyrd.

Hearing
Touching
Seeing
Tasting