The taste of cold chocolate pudding with toffy trickling down the sides,

The sound of a shower, with water shooting down on the floor,

The impossibility of a sloth sprinting through the woods.

I want to paint

The sound of a lion roaring at a leaping dear,

The taste of ashes burning in a fire,

The impossibility of a mad monkey swimming with feet instead of hands,

the sound of a car RACING and ROARING.

I want to paint the end of this poem! JJJ