In the room of hypnosis,

My blue eyes twirl around as  as the walls turn into a trap.

In the room of flames,

The flames sizzled like a piece of burnt bacon.

In the room of roads,

Cars flew by like an eagle swooping around the grand canyon.

In the room of war

I view missiles flying towards the enemy team.

In the room of rooms,

Rooms went on and doors never end.

In the room of writing, 

Graffiti and writing went around all the walls.

In the room of candy,

Strawberry laces layed all around the room and nerds covered walls.

In the room of football,

Ronaldo scores his seven hundredth goal.

In the room of transport,

Planes flew by and Nascar race cars were going round the grand prix track.

In the room of maps,

 I view maps of treasure and maps of earth from space.