You are a puffy poodle poaching an enormous egg.
You are the impossibility of a sizzling December.
You are a jam jumping around the globe jealously.
You are the impossibility of Boris Johnson calling a day of ignorance.
You are a monstrous muffin mumbling many words.
You are the taste of bitter coffee beans but sweeter then the purest sugar.
You are a lazy loft, which is slower than a sleeping sloth.
You are the midnight stare in an abandoned town.
You are the distance between an amazing angel and a destructive devil.
You are in Central Park cartwheeling with curiosity.
You are 1 , you are the one and only, you shine brighter then the scorching sun.
You are bigger then Jupiter, but still weaker then a falling feather.
You are a gloomy ghost, giggling and growing grass.
You are the faint star shining in day and hiding from us at night.
You are a blooming blossom beaming at the spring’s light.
You are Abraham Lincon’s horribly long hat, having a horrible Hanukkah.
You are a cozy igloo informing tourist to visit your imaginative fantasy.
You are the becoming of a new history.
You are the becoming of a new histrory.