The mystery
The lure
Of these 3 great things
Have emotions which I have never even seen
They tempt but don’t bite
Because I am not here just to fight
Now let’s get on with the delight
Books you see
Hold a powerful message
Like a God itself
They lure you in with their words
Whisper secrets of the unknown
We all eat it up word for word
They stand on their own two feet
When you prop it up for a good read
For me, you see
They are like a world by itself
Their words are like necromancy
They describe both good and bad
While they speak of conversations no one evers probably had
But, yet we aren’t done
There is so much more fun
To be had
Jewels
A miracle, marvelous, rare
That I think no one would ever want to share
They can describe so many things about you
They are the fashionistas of the material world
Jewelry can speak to so many in different ways
Changing your look with just one metal
Now that’s a material I never want to meddle with
Now at last our final category
And no it won’t be gorey
Let me finish the last verse of this Personification story
You see pencils when you hold them
They almost take over you
They lead you like a puppeteer with its puppets
The grace of a pencil and or a pen
Is like a swan on swan’s lake again and again
They’re just like books but just written out
Words are so loud they can almost shout
Each and every item here needs to be let out
They all have their own charms
And sometimes can cause harm
But, that’s the wondrous thing about every single non-living thing