You are as red as a red nose in my garden.   

You are as fast as lighting mcqueen running on sports day.

 You are a Taste of crispy crunchy chips freshly out The hot oven.

You are the rotten egg out of the big black bin. 

You smell of a hot mash getting cooked.

You are the sound of a shark making waves in 

The smelly blue sea.

You are the sound of your mum stepping and seeing if I’m awake and not on the game.