You are a lost, smelly sock, 

forever searching for its brother like a hunter tracking its precious prey.

You are a creepy china doll, 

never blinking, never moving like the world has stopped.

You are a lost holiday photo, 

a forgotten memory thatll never be thought of again.

You are a still spring,

with rust covering it like a coat of 0range crust as if it wants to enter the worlds worst fashion show.

You are a piece of black, musty mould,

 spewing spores and covering every surface like a vicious virus.

You are the smell of old, forgotten toys

that may be 100s of years old but no one has ever found this mouldy teddy bear.

You are leaky fountain pen,

bleeding across the unknown area of the dump, home to the smelliest things in the world.

You are the latest prototype of a rusty blue bike,

that never got sold and has been forgotten through the ages.

By Henry