I want to paint … poem

 want to paint my mums chihuahua sleeping on the edge of the couch 

with its tongue hanging out of its mouth. I want to paint a wonderful 

Goose gliing across the pich black lake. I want to paint a motorbike 

Hitting full speed on the motorway. I want to paint the morning on my birthday when I come down the stairs and see my new bike gleaming in the sunlight. I want to paint the taste of my first 

Chicken nugget. I want to paint the impossibility of a color changing 

Bugati.