What am I?
You are a red rose as red as a strawberry.
You are a pink pig bathing in the messy mud.
You are a taste of cheesy chetos dancing on my toung.
You are a stinky bin waiting to be used.
You are a tree as green as brustle sprouts.
You are a bed waiting to made.
You are icey ice cream ready to licked.
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