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.

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