Go through the seagull door, 

You’ll hear them shrieking with the fish.

Go through the red door,

 You’ll see poppies in the sky.

Go and open the apple door,

You’ll see tree’s full of fruit.

Go an open the blue door,

You’ll see smurfs playing.

Go through the maths door,

You’ll see division.

Go through the purple door,

You’ll hear dragons roaring.

In the room of laughter,

The people giggled.

In the room of dinosaurs,

I see munched leaves.

In the room of roads, 

I can smell car fumes.

In the room of graffiti, 

I could see fresh paint.

In the room of classroom, 

I could see myself getting told off.

In the room of foam, 

I could squish the wall.

In the room of birds, 

I can taste the bird feathers.

In the room of History, 

I can sight lots of newspapers.

In the room of speaker, 

I could hear loud music.

In the room of glass,

I could feel fragile windows.