SEARCHING FOR THE . . . .
By Josie Whitehead
There is no smell to what I seek,
And eat it? No, you can’t.
Touch it? No, you can’t do this
And it’s not a tree or plant.
It’s not an animal, for sure,
And it’s also not a fish.
I might say that I want this thing,
But not served on a dish.
You cannot see it when you look,
But search for it? – Perhaps.
Sometimes it's quite hard to find,
Though can be caught by traps.
Your Mum or Dad may search for this.
Is the clue upon your face?
Yes! It’s going red – a lie’s been told?
Oh you’re really in disgrace.
Answer? Searching for . . . The Truth.
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