If 1 of my senses

must be impaired,

I opt for the common

since common’s not rare,

keeping the extra-

-sensory close,

perception’s the tool

I rely on the most.


if 2 of my senses

were taken away,

the next would be

text book,

oh aye, & oh neigh

my horse sense would

canter up to the block,

and though I liked riding

I’m okay to walk.


If still yet another

sense would be lost,

incense is the sense

I’d certainly toss,

’cause fresh air is better

–it never needs lighting

is smoke free and sweeter

and much more inviting.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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