You are a magical balloon,

bobbing through the candy-floss filled sky.

You are a posh poodle

sleeping peacefully.

You are a frisbee,

spinning pirouettes above the scorching sun.

You are a steak knife,

piercing through a slice of beef.

You are a Welsh Dragon,

as red a Snow White’s blood.

You are a Siberian tiger,

as rare as a rutted ruby.

You are a sloth ,

sitting in a sunburnt sloe tree.

You are a squirrel,

scampering through the saddening snow.