A fine thing you can weave,
takes you up or yet beneath,
the words your friends in certain order
but with creativity there is no border.

Meant to use the readers time,
decorated with a rhyme,
probably a message there,
sometimes it is francly fair.

Somtimes poetry serves just itself,
or brings sophistication to a shelf.
It brings the reader pleasant joy,
some sort of an adult childrens toy.

A message can be hidden well,
silent or a thund’ring bell,
that the reader used his time,
such a poem is quite fine.