On my way home…..

I met a lady called Glue, 

She was shining from the sun

and she was sliding about like a surf kite on the ocean,

when it’s cold she sticks to the ground like a rock and

In the sun she melt’s like a popsicle.

I met a boy called Crystal, 

He was worth a million,

from Diamond’s to Crystal’s with the 

Glistening from the light shone on him he reflected like a 

Mini disco.

I met a girl called Parrot, 

she was squawking like one in a 

cage of goodness the cage was made from iron glittery 

Bars of angel’s.

I met a man called Hedgehog,

 he was as spikey as a

World of woodland splinter’s of all kind of 

Wood.

I met a woman called Battery,

 she was on all day and night 

She was hyper like if it was her birthday or if she drank coffee 

but she was just on all the time and what she did not do 

is she did not stop.

I met a girl called Dolly, 

she was as precious as a gem she 

Lit up the whole town like Blackpool 

Illumination’s all the time.

I met a man called Cloak, 

he was wearing 5 million cloak’s on

In the winter and even in the summer and he was still 

Just fine he was never cold or hot he was just fine.

I met a lady called Cold, 

she had the cold in the summer 

and in the winter in the House as well she wore winter 

Wool coat’s all the time.

I met a Woman called Superstar,

 in day you never see

Her but in the night she comes to light, Across the sky she is 

Nice and bright she has a trail of sparkly goodness.

I met a boy called Fire, 

his eyes were lit like burning 

Flames on a pile of oak wood, he has spikey 

Hair just like a pile of flames that grows in a forest fire.

I met myself,

 at the end of a never ending mirror tunnel of wisdom 

I saw a lot of myself of clone’s that spoke like a rainbow

coming out a pot of glory.

By callie