I want to paint

a useful umbrella open like a blanket covering the earth as black as the night sky,

a ginormous giant gouging colossal holes in the land with every footstep he takes,

a lushious green lime looking pretty sitting in the ceramic fruit bowl,

a terrifying T-rex terrorising the entire kingdom.

I want to paint

a ravenous rabbit rushing to the restaurant determined to get the deep fried carrot,

a jiggling jelly jumping  from plate to plate like a slinky going down the stairs,

a vicious vulture verging on starvation,

an admirable ant with a body the size of a crumb.

I want to paint

a fluffy cat soaking up the beautiful sunshine’s warmth on the bright green grass,

a scary storm signalling the end of the small village,

puzzled Phoebe pondering on a maths question,

an electric eel eeking through the cracks as quiet as a mouse.

I want to paint the end of this poem.