In the room of laughter,

The people giggled.

In the room of dinosaurs,

I see munched leaves.

In the room of roads, 

I can smell car fumes.

In the room of graffiti, 

I could see fresh paint.

In the room of classroom, 

I could see myself getting told off.

In the room of foam, 

I could squish the wall.

In the room of birds, 

I can taste the bird feathers.

In the room of History, 

I can sight lots of newspapers.

In the room of speaker, 

I could hear loud music.

In the room of glass,

I could feel fragile windows.