To Hear with Eyes Belongs to Love’s Fine Wit

Shakespeare, sonnet 23

To taste with nose to hear with eyes to touch with ears
To see where we are going with extended hand
To let the fingers shout hell no that never happened

And that fine wit with one foot in the gutter
Whose leg does it belong to what pair of pants
And worn out shoes are waiting for the feet to talk

To stand still with moving arms to walk on knees
To move to the front while flat on your back
To flap elbows and never lift off the ground

And that fine wit standing on its head
Whose crown should it wear what shirt
And tired socks are waiting for this to end

To touch with eyes to taste with ears to hear with nose
To let the fingers shout hell no this did not happen