Fingers don’t fing. — A Poem

On low notes or high,
All singers will sing.
But fingers don’t fing.
So don’t bother to try.

With joyful emotion,
Those divers will dive.
But rivers don’t rive.
They just run to the ocean.

By night or by day,
The blowers will blow.
But flowers don’t flow.
It is just not their way.

Wherever you go,
The hinters will hint.
But winters don’t wint.
There is far too much snow.

Online or in shops,
Browsers will browse.
But trousers don’t trouse,
Not the bottoms or tops.

With the money they’ve got,
The betters will bet.
But sweaters don’t sweat,
No matter how hot.

Some say it is true,
That ushers will ush.
But powers don’t pow.
Hold on… maybe they do!