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