Garnish as a word I used to transcribe,
All the words that I deal trying to appear implied.
I don't know how many rhymes,
I wished that I had sold you.
I don't know how many lines,
I meshed that wouldn't fold true.
You don't know how many times,
I switched what wouldn't mold to.
into something just like,
Varnish into wood untarnished and true.

Warnish is a word that never complies,
To open Rhymezone and be told it never applies.
And this is not going to be the one,
That fits the theme.
And this is not going to be the one,
That I can scheme.
And this is not going to be the one,
To bear those beams of shining light,
That is the garnish key as such that it secures.

And I'm beginning to think,
That never will be found,
The words that can fit perfectly,
That have the right amount of letters,
Just the right sound,
That could make me hear,
Find that key,
That is driving me out of my mind.

Don't know where this will lead through,
But then the zeal lies in the jaunt too.
Just like a thousand other lines,
Fits like a glove too,
That more or less make a rhyme.
When all I wanted was to,
Clutch, embrace and stand,
And phrase a few great lines.

Warnish is a word that you can't transcribe.
All the words that I deal trying to appear implied.
I don't know how many rhymes I wished that I had sold you.
I don't know how many lines I meshed that wouldn't fold true.
You don't know how many times I switched what wouldn't mold to.
into something just like Varnish into wood untarnished and true.

And I use,
Warnish too.