Soft sand under foot.
Ice cream melting in my hand.
Butter flies dances like bees in the wind.
Kids hit me with snow balls hard.
Cold water in a cup.
Baby sheep come to life.
The Bicycle
The bike is very rusty and old.
A saddle is not that comfy.
The chain is as rotten as an unbrushed tooth.
The wheels are like a cracker cracking.
The handle bars are as old as an ancient pillar .
What are you?
You are Buxton on a sunny day worm and happy day.
You are a tasted of jam on toast.
You are the smell of honey.
You are a fruit in a curbed.
You are the end
The penguin
The penguin
You are a cold penguin gliding softly through the sea
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