Magnets

Rock paper scissors, popular events have seat fillers; seven minutes in heaven, a bingo call of legs eleven. Sweet and sour, rising dough needs flour; popcorn watching a movie, forty years celebrated with ruby. Smiles and sorrows with nostalgia, a new year’s resolution mantra; feeling outside and forever looking in, hearing that theme alongside shark’s fin. Prophecies predict fate, women are told to fear being late; wolves howl at the moon, humming just one bar of a tune. Opposites really do attract, cliches mock the abstract; digestion and enzyme, but do poems have to rhyme?