I met a boy called Melt.His skin as flammable as paper.sweat  would come out of his body as he faded away.All that was left was this plain old clothes.

I met a girl named Apple.She was sweet as a ready ripped Mango.Her beauty was loved.The street light shone brighter and the roads where faw dropped as she walked the holy night.

I met  statue named Frozen.Still as a tee stem and quiet as the wind.He stood there as bros daylight evolved into damp gray skies

I met a man called Ice-cream.A sweet smell drifted out of him.The instant he stepped in the sunlight he was gone.

I met a man called Envy.Grumpy as someone not getting sleep.His head was as red as a fresh tomato.As he walked  through the park people would back away as they thought he would use emotional words.