The room of food
As I walk in the room of food
the walls flowed like a chocolate river.
The lollies danced as the sweets sung
my feet stuck to the floor like bubblegum.
The plates lined the table like paper
the crisps baked in the hot sun.
A waterfall drizzled of thick tomato ketchup
the raindrops fell were like coloured gum drops.
The lightning was like hard candy
The sun was like massive yellow fruit pastels.
The white chocolate mice scattered around
nibbling the gummy lace floor.