The Cheetah and the erupting volcano

You are a Cheetah, barking like 2 lorries crashing into each other.

You are a white ball of fluff as hard as a red brick taken from a house, floating in water.

You are the taste of a mouldy strawberry being dropped in to Archy’s warm mouth.

You are a toaster silver and black, the steam evaporates like an ice cube.

You are a metal bottle containing secrets, it smells of happiness and the future.

You are a window as transparent as a brick wall you feel rough and bumpy like a dirt track leading to heaven.

You are a pencil case filled with carrots, you taste like chocolate, dripping down a mountain erupting from a volcanic explosion.

You are a precious car as fast as a swinging monkey, leaping from Russia to China.