You can tell allot,
all about a man by the...

The medium:
Sun has risen, it is another day...

The Monarch is such a mystery to me.
Each winter it will prepare for it's perilous...

The naked eye:
Walking alone down a secluded country lane...

There was an old man from Scilly
Who ate nothing but chili...

Cast out from birth and so full of hurt.
You had no choice, you were sacrificed...

The Pessimist:
His peccadillo was being a perverse pessimist...

The ponce:
Pretentious manner...

The pond so tranquil
A toad sits on the lotus...

The Poppy:
Beautiful flower...

Here we languish in our set ways.
To harbor our love for words each day...

Waves pound on the shore.
Rocks that glitter in the sun...