The World Has A Soul Poem by Patti Masterman

The world has a soul
To which we pay toll;
Shoes have a tongue
Suppers get sung
Clothes get hung
Truth gets wrung
Hair has a part
Artichokes, a heart
Nails have a bed
Pins have a head
Tape gets fed
Thoughts can be wed
Money is mint
Coins get lent
Heaven is sent
Minds get bent
Flames have fingers
Doubts can linger
Love be thwarted
Actions aborted
A writer gets block
Dogs can talk
Rumors can fly
Binds can tie
Type can be bold
Trust can be sold
Businesses fold
Victims get rolled
Eyes can beg
Character gets pegged
Love comes in dregs
Or on it's last legs
We can lose sight
We can look a fright
Lies can be white
Friends can be tight
Clothing gets dyed
Heat has a bite
Luck can be rotten
Truth can be cottoned
Misdeeds verboten
Babies begotten
Beams can search
A name be besmirched
Faces can fall
A heart can call
A wind can stall
A mind be small
Tales can be tall
Time can crawl
A plan hit a wall
Belts have eyes
Words can tell lies
Stories get told
Cases grow old
Hope lives long-
Or gets sold for a song.