On the way home…
I met a boy called joy,
He had eyes as yellow as a clean giraffe,
And a smile as wide as a small sized table,
With skin that was brighter than the warm sun.
He complimented everyone he saw,
With words of wisdom,
That filled your soul with a light.
I met a girl called frost,
Her skin was as cold as the vacuum of space,
And her eyes were like the never ending sea,
Also she had hair that was like a block of ice.
She could freeze water with the click of her heel,
And swim into the coldest depths of the world.
I met a man called madness,
His hair stood hours on end,
He had crazy hypnotic eyes,
And skin that was all colors.
He covered the streets in mustard,
And smelt like a salty peanut.
I met a woman called ocean,
She had a fishy smell,
And hair wetter than water.
She managed daily beach clean ups,
And could ride any sea animal.
I met a boy called hungry,
He was as big as a bus,
And had eyes that were pizzas,
With hair that was as long as noodles.
He wanted food day and night ,
And would not waste a moment without food.
I met a girl called fossil,
She was as hard as rock,
And had eyes following the science of dinosaurs,
With hair that was in buns like a beach of rocks.
She carved as quick as the flash,
And she was careful and caring.