On my way home

I met a boy called Gold

His skin was too bright to look at.

He touched my shoulder

he felt icy and hard

like cold hard metal.

Then disappeared in a shimmer.

I met a man called Pollution.

He was fully black and looked a bit plastic

He looked at me like a wild animal

He felt my head then ran away

Then I felt a bit dirtier.

I met a boy called Football

He always had a ball in his feet

I walked past him

Then he pretended that

and ran off in celebration.