Through the cotton door,
Maybe you’ll see tulips blooming as fast as a cheetah,
or a strawberry candy floss shining as bright as the sun,
or a magenta pig running around the majestic pink floor.
Through the violet door,
Maybe you’ll see an eggplant peeling itself with a peeler,
or a grape snoring as loud as a lion,
or a lilac car driving as slow as a slithery snail.
Through the silver door,
Maybe you’ll see metal banging as loud as a siren,
or a metal box with a magnet sticking on it which never comes of,
or a metal jumping up and down and breaking into a thousand pieces.
Through the bloody red door,
Maybe you’ll see a chain sword approaching you
or a rotten apple just staring at you like a monster,
or a dead women that was still alive.