I want to paint a blurry peregrine falcon diving at its prey,

I would like to paint a dream, a dream of pure happiness.

I would like to paint a wrestler as playful as a cub, a bed as great as space,a vulture scavenging a lions prey,a snow hair leaping to mars and back,a cow doing yoga and a teacher as grumpy as a great big brown bear.

I need to paint my friend’s bugatti veyron a nice vibrant lime whilst zooming down the motorway, a world without problems and a picture to end this poem.