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Recipe for strength

Take the skin from a onion
and make it the look like satisfying snow balls.

Peel the strength of a bodyguard ,
to make him light

Mix the weigh of a truck with the strongest man,
to pull it long with just his hands.

Pour the leap of a gymnast
with the strongest amory to balance with on a beam

Divide 2, 5 kg runs and find who’s is longer.

Shape the weight of a heavy ball , that the strongest man will cuddle to get to sleep.

Go and open the mysterious

Write a magical poem imagining what might be found beyond different doors in the Emporium.

Go and open mysterious the doors.

Go and open the pastel blue door,
maybe you will see waves towering over surfers.

Go and open the cream white door
Maybe you will feel the tips of flowers pouring out of the ground.

Go and open the brown door ,
Maybe you’ll smell the dust from a ancient library,
ready for all of it’s secrets to be revealed.

Go and open the emerald door
maybe you will see eyes staring right back at you.

Go and open the pink door
Maybe you’ll see a book not ready to be read!

Go and open the light yellow door
Maybe you’ll see a box
with everything inside you dreamed of.

Go and open the black door
Maybe you will find stars resting in the sky.

Though the door of food,
you’ll find everything you need, to lick the sofa.

Though the grey door,
Maybe you will see a pot of potion
that shouldn’t be drunk.

Go and open the dark red door
Maybe you will see rubies reflecting off from the sun.

Finally, though the rainbow,
you will see everything you want in any colour.

Mysterious Rooms

Mysterious rooms

In the room of beautiful books,
Thoughts bombed my head like the sounds in WW2.

In the room of happiness,
I drew a rainbow.

In the room of shiny snow,
snowflakes shaped in the sky.

In the room of naughty nightmares,
I covered myself in looming darkness under my duvet, never to be seen.

In the room of movies,
the big screen addressed itself to the audience.

In the room of dramatic thunder storms,
the rain sat on my umbrella, waiting for the lighting too!

In the room of fantastic fire,
I made a warm cup of tea.

In the room of scared secrets,
sat stolen surprises, ready to be releveled.

In the room of fizzing fireworks,
I jumped up to try to retrieve them .

In the room of terrific trees,
birds came flying in to make a safe nest.

Finally, the room of magic,
stood guarding showing off.