I want to paint a cheeky cheetah cheating on test like lucky Lewis.                                                          I want to paint the taste of a yummy pancake covered in strawberry syrup and ripe strawberries.  I want to paint the smell of a blooming red rose as it sways in gentle breeze.     I want to paint the sound of  little kids laughing loudly,trees leaning in calm wind and of course the sound of a baby kitten taking its first breath. I want to paint the memory of my grandma hugging me,my grandpa feeding me when I was 1 and last of all the memory of my precious kitten who died when I was 1. I want to paint the dog  sat at the door and the end of this poem.