You are a Saturday morning smiling in the sunshine.

You are a precious pineapple blowing in the wind like a palm tree.

You are the memory of my fun family holiday.

You are the impossibility of a silent Deakon.

You are the smell of sweet and sour sauce.

You are a rose petal dancing to the ground.

You are the number 7 leaning against the wall.

You are as quick as a tortoise.

You are as slow as a slow rap.