I made a wonder.  

I would take – 

A majestic big bright endless blue ocean  

For the fish to adventure and see 

I would take– 

All the fluffiest and all the cutest kittens  

And make them float above the water, 

So, I could cuddle with them above water.   

I would take, 

 the southing sound of eternal youth (by RUDE), 

And play it to relax the mood so everyone is chill, 

I would take, 

 the smell of delicious freshly baked cookies   

And weave it through the air,  

to give the ocean a nice smell 

I would take  

the touch of a clean squishy bed  

So laying on invisible floor is comfy and intriguing.  

I would take  

The view of the night sky in the Sahara  

So you can look up at the night sky 

Like a blanket being pulled over the world  

I would take, 

The coldness of the Hawaiian summer  

So, you can lay down and sleep without any bed. 

I would take 

A phone the size of a tv so I could watch my YouTube  

So, I don’t have to squint. 

By Patrick Brown  

Doors and more Doors 

Go open the rainbow door, 

Maybe you’ll will see a bean fly like a penguin.  

Through a colourful obstacle course. 

Go open the yellow door.  

And you will see a sandy desert. 

Like a never-ending line of smooth dust 

Flowing like an ocean. 

Go and open the white door.  

You might see a room as white as milk.  

And as dark as the sun in summer 

Go and open the blue door, 

You might see the ocean shore. 

Swaying like a swing in the breeze 

Go and open the purple door. 

You feel the wisteria brushing your legs as you walk by 

In the endless summer fantasy  

Go and open the red door.   

You might see a burning campfire. 

Ashes like rockets flying to space. 

Go and open the black door.  

Maybe you will see a void so evil.  

That not even Horace Mann can look at it.  

Go and open the door even if it’s hard.   

Open the door and go outside  

there’s a whole word just waiting for you!  

 by Patrick -St Patrick’s (troon)

Doors and more Doors 

Go open the rainbow door, 

Maybe you’ll will see a bean fly like a penguin.  

Through a colourful obstacle course. 

Go open the yellow door.  

And you will see a sandy desert. 

Like a never-ending line of smooth dust 

Flowing like an ocean. 

Go and open the white door.  

You might see a room as white as milk.  

And as dark as the sun in summer 

Go and open the blue door, 

You might see the ocean shore. 

Swaying like a swing in the breeze 

Go and open the purple door. 

You feel the wisteria brushing your legs as you walk by 

In the endless summer fantasy  

Go and open the red door.   

You might see a burning campfire. 

Ashes like rockets flying to space. 

Go and open the black door.  

Maybe you will see a void so evil.  

That not even Horace Mann can look at it.  

Go and open the door even if it’s hard.   

Open the door and go outside  

there’s a whole word just waiting for you!  

 by Patrick -St Patrick’s (troon)

The house of weirdness 

In the room of infinity, 

A never-ending cycle like a wheel  

In the room of smelly shoes, 

Always smelling like rotten ooze  

In the room of music, 

The music dancing round the room, 

In the room of 0-gravity, 

Funiture flying like a flock of birds, 

In the room of the ocean, 

The water whisking you round in motion, 

In the room of pain  

You always lose and never gain, 

In the room of fog  

Make sure you do not fall in the bog, 

In the room of blank  

Not a thing lies on the plank. 

 In the room of grass, 

The golden flowers flowing as the wind walks past.