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I want to paint…

I want to paint the taste of  green, juicy, summer grapes dropping from trees.
I want to paint the smell of the salty, blue, summer sea.
I want to paint the sound of the sparkly sea flowing back and forth in my eyes.
I want to paint the memory of my holiday shining and glowing .
I want to paint the impossibility of  a glowing dark  chocolate in the wind.

From Gracie

i want to pint my version

I want to paint a memory of me and my friends playing out all day long.

I want to paint the smell of yummy MacDonald,s and chocolate all over what’s for desert

I want to paint the the glimmering blue lolly monster stuffing his face in with lollies while the camouflaged snake chased him.

I want to paint the feel of the soft fur of a furious tiger

I want to paint the a cobra chasing the colourfuI toucan in the the fabulous Rainforest.

I want to paint

I want to paint the stars glimmering in the moonlight sky.

I want to paint a star shooting across the moonlight sky.

I want to paint the orange shine of the sun rise.

I want to paint the moonlight glimmering in the water.

I want to paint the opening as the sunlight shines across the room.

I want to paint the smell of pancakes drizzling with chocolate sauce Oreo,s crushed up everywhere.

I want to paint the distance between the moon and the sun in the glimmering space.

I want to paint…

I want to paint the miracle of hot, sugary ice cream,

I want to paint the impossibility of a reasonably nice meme.

I want to paint the memory of my grandma’s first cake,

I want to paint the smell of my barbecue cooking steak.

I want to paint the vision of the sunrise, burning up it’s fire,

I want to paint the taste of the cookies I desire.

I want to paint the distance between England and Wales,

I want to paint the precious plan that never fails.

I want to paint the two parallel lines that always carry on going,

I want to paint the devastating end of this poem.

 

 

I want to paint…

I want to paint…

I want to paint a dusty,dirty door-step,letting people make their way through the door,

I want to paint a ice tea,that’s ready to go on the Starbucks desk,

I want to paint slime,slithering its way to the table to the table to make its place clear,

I want to paint electricity,zapping people,so they can glow,

I want to paint Uranus,clambering around in space whilst the sun is shining down on the bright blue earth.

.I want to paint the end of this poem.

I want to paint…

I want to paint a calm,curious river flowing along the dark, bulky rocks.

I want to paint the smell of freshly cut grass blowing up my nose.

I want to paint the impossible of a unicorn dancing in the humid hot sun

I want to paint the memory of Freddie the dog barking for some treats

 

I want to paint the rain forest towering over me like the BFG.

I want to pain the titanic sinking to its doom.

I want to pain a crystal clear ice cube melting in the sun.

I want to paint a peacock spreading so much beautiful colours

I want to paint a glass of water sat shimmering in the sunlight.#

I want to paint the end of this poem.

 

I want to paint…

I want to paint horses hooves galloping across a flowery field.I want to paint a blue ocean with crystal clear water and turtles swimming through.I want to paint an icy igloo melting in the hot weather forming a puddle.I want to paint a terrific toucan sat in a tall tree with its friends.I want to paint an umbrella with little drops of water tapping on top.I want to paint rough bamboo stood as still as a statue.I want to paint a wrinkly potato in a huge pile of dry,rocky dirt.I want to paint the smell of sizzling sausages on a hot,smoky fire.I want to paint the memory of my Cockapoo furry paw.I want to paint dolphins jumping and splashing for joy.

I want to paint…

I want to paint a bee buzzing around the pink flowers,

I want to paint Ice cream dripping on the crystal clear glass ,

I want to paint a dusty, dirty, door-step making the morning sun dark,

I want to paint a turtle swimming through the bright blue water ,

I want to paint a ultra vibrant cushions on a bright blue bed ,

I want to paint my house making memory’s

I want to paint the end of this poem.

The witch goblin

The Witch Goblin

 

The mystical witch goblin lives in a cabin on top of snow-capped mountains in the Northern region of the Arctic. Although it rarely leaves it’s cabin it hunts at night for snow toads and snow sparrows for potion ingredients. This is because it is Nocturnal.

 

This type of goblin can reach a maximum height of 40 inches. They have a crooked nose that looks to have been broken several times and it also has silver eyes. For clothing, they have jet black boots and purple robes. They have a thick coat of fur underneath which is vital in minus degree weather. Also, they have a simple,pale grey witches hat.

 

 It’s olive green skin is very noticeable and looks as if it is a glow in the dark glow stick. It’s 3-inch claws are excellent for digging up weeds for brewing nettle soup in it’s cauldron. It’s eyes are as round as can be and it’s nostrils are like two pale slits. It has hairy, knobbly knees and turned out toes and a poisonous wart at the end of its nose.

 

Like many other goblins, it hunts for MOUNDS and MOUNDS and MOUNDS of gold, silver, bronze and MANY, MANY, MANY other treasures!! It’s mischievous manner has caused mayhem to all tourists in it’s area. It speaks through it’s high-pitched crackle (ha,ha,ha. ) However, it is a peaceful creature.

 

Poachers and hunters, equipped with rifles, hunt these creatures. Surprisingly as it may seem, they severely underestimate the power of sorcery and are extremely injured. Please donate to our

www.savethegoblins.co.uk page. Thankyou on behalf of the goblins.