I want to paint a dangerous dark 

Dinosaur in the freaky froning forest,

A chainsaw going through a long large log,

A big blocky body rotting in the dirt.

I want to paint a brother and sister on the beach 

playing in the sea splashes as big as a door, 

A city as busy as a water park in the summer, 

A tiny town like a soulless haunted house.

I want to paint the taste of a chocolate bar,

I want to paint smell of nice bacon,

I want to paint a memory about when i was 

at my nana’s house and it was snowing.

I want to paint the end of this poem.