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.