I would take the taste ofAngel slices on a rainy day,
My mum’s paties fresh from the oven
an extra cheese pizza at dusk.

I would take the smell of Nuttela on an early morning to get me going,
The smell of doughnuts fresh from the bakery
strawberries from an enormous field.

I would take the sound
Deputy Mitchell laughing at PieCorbet because he got a something wrong
An old iPhone ringing with blocked numbers
The sound of the wild wind twirling though the air.

I would take the touch of
A fluffy cloud,
A bed cover fresh from a washing machine
A bird’s feather falling from a tree.

I would take the taste ofAngel slices on a rainy day,
My mum’s paties fresh from the oven
an extra cheese pizza at dusk.

I would take the smell of Nuttela on an early morning to get me going,
The smell of doughnuts fresh from the bakery
strawberries from an enormous field.

I would take the sound
Deputy Mitchell laughing at PieCorbet because he got a something wrong
An old iPhone ringing with blocked numbers
The sound of the wild wind twirling though the air.

I would take the touch of
A fluffy cloud,
A bed cover fresh from a washing machine
A bird’s feather falling from a tree.

Through the blood red door.
You might find spicy chilli,
Fire engines putting out flaming buildings
Or a field full of poppies.

Through the apricot orange door.
You might see a lake full of baked beans,
A pumpkin in a hay filled field
Or cats eating poor goldfish.

Go open the yellow door
Maybe you will find ducklings,
A field filled with daffodils
Or a farm filled with corn.

Go open the green door.
You might find lizards in an overgrown jungle,
Mint growing from overgrown grass
Or emeralds in a dark cave.

Go open the blue door.
Maybe you can see Neptune,
A beady eye
Or a blue whale in the Pacific Ocean.

Through the blood red door.
You might find spicy chilli,
Fire engines putting out flaming buildings
Or a field full of poppies.

Through the apricot orange door.
You might see a lake full of baked beans,
A pumpkin in a hay filled field
Or cats eating poor goldfish.

Go open the yellow door
Maybe you will find ducklings,
A field filled with daffodils
Or a farm filled with corn.

Go open the green door.
You might find lizards in an overgrown jungle,
Mint growing from overgrown grass
Or emeralds in a dark cave.

Go open the blue door.
Maybe you can see Neptune,
A beady eye
Or a blue whale in the Pacific Ocean.

In the room of sky lands,

A waste land lurked below

In the room of camping,

I saw people eating s,mores  and making fires.

In the room of fish,

By night we had a feast.

In the room of mountains,

You saw clouds and tiny trees.

In the room of fire,

My blood turned into lava.

In the room pencils,

When you talked pencils as tall as houses drew the words.

In the attic of eyes,

I felt like I was being watched.