You are a vicious, hungry shark waiting for its pray,
waiting for its human to come and play.
You are a secret a secret waiting for its golden key,
to unleash a hole bag fo dark secrets.
You are a poppy a poppy blowing in the wind,
dancing with your thousand friends.
You are a bucket of popcorn being shoved into the hot grey microwave,
waiting for a hand to come and get you.
You are a pancake, a skinny pancake doing flips and tricks in the air,
waiting for its hot honey drizzle.