Be still my heart, why dost thou turn?
Thy beat is fast, thy passion burns.

Thy flame dost strike within my breast,
And now I cannot find my rest.

Thou fillst my head with hopes and dreams,
Yet naught can come of lovesick schemes.

Alone I rest my head at night,
And still thou beat, to mock my plight.

Far, far away, in a kingdom long ago,
There lived a ***** King who had a **** made out of gold.
He ****** his royal Queen, he ****** his royal Knights,
He shoved it in the Chambermaids, and up his Horse--did twice!

From the Page-boys down, to the Peasants in the fields,
He even ****** the Flowers whilst reaching for a feel,
-Of his farting ****, to scratch up and down,
'Then he headed through the forest to **** the whole ****** Town!

If you seem to wonder why this King continually ****** and Farted,
Perhaps this poem will teach you a lesson on how Government was started!

Women sit, or move to and fro—some old, some young;
The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young.

I see a signal meaning to go
I see a field where people play
I see the grass needing a mow
I see the seaweed in the bay

I hear the forest sounds of life
I hear the croaking of a toad
I hear the loud shouting from strife
I hear the beeps of matrix code

I taste the bitter of a lime
I taste the freshness burn of mint
I taste the spicy dots of thyme
I taste sour that makes me squint

I smell aroma of cut pine
I smell rich potent olive oil
I smell young grapes throughout the vine
I smell aged food about to spoil

I feel roughness of lizard skin
I feel pain from a cactus thorn
I feel split pea soup down my chin
I feel sharpness from stalks of corn

Five senses of the color green
From sound, taste, smell, touch and things scene