There are the seven senses that
we use for work or play.
Most of us would say only five.
There's six, others would say.
The first one is the sense of taste,
to tell the tang of lime.
The second is the sense of smell
with which you'll judge this rhyme.
The third is the sense of hearing,
to tell when there's no sound.
The fourth one is the sense of sight.
See the great poem you found.
The fifth one is the sense of touch.
You feel pain or pleasure.
You'll feel this poem's not worth a dime,
or that it's a treasure.
The sixth sense is called ESP.
I seem to have found some doubt.
I sense from some of you out there...
Oh! That's what it's about.
The seventh sense is obvious,
there's no need to explain.
A sense of humor is a must,
or else you'll go insane.
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