You are like a popped tyre, feeling sad and depressed, deflating slowly and sadly.
You are a broken bike, slowly getting covered by spider webs, stuck under the bridge.
You are a massive blue whale, swimming though the deep dark ocean, with no fear.
You are a rocket ship, being launched, in to the never ending universe.
You are like a frisbee, always spinning around, while flying around.
You are like a clock, ticking non stop, and being hung to the wall.
You are like ball, kicked into mr Jeffs house house, lost in the underground of his overgrawn garden.
You are like a bag of crisps, salty and crunchy, like the sand on the beach.