Some souls carry and pass the messages every day
They do their job without being stray
Some independent bodies pompously disobey
Some stay steadfast on straight pathways
Sometimes they lose hope and get dismayed
While there is one goal to achieve via one way
Three tiny ears of ossicles made of sounding clay
They balance the body on a sleigh
This makes us pottery of sounding clay
Shaped into different poetries plays
We have two ears to hear at
We have two eyes to look at
Two legs to walk at
Two nostrils to smell at
Two arms to work at
One tongue to cut at
One tongue to mend at
It should follow the brain
It is a pivotal of checks and balances to maintain
Harmony peace justice on the earth’s plains as well rough terrains
A loose tongue is a sewer drain
Excessive talking generates chest pain
It keeps away trusted friends whether shine or rain
