I have never danced in a smirking shark’s mouth with a swordfish in the Pacific Ocean

but I have danced like a monkey at an awesome family party.

I have never run to mars and back doing the magnificent macarena

but I have sprinted in a one-hundred-meter race and won a golden medal.

I have never touched the great Chinese dragon at lunar new year

but I have played happily with a toy comodo dragon.

I have never ridden a dirty dune buggy in the huge grand canyons

but I have had a ride in my dads four by four down the motorway 6

I have never seen the great King Charles the Third do the majestical macarena at lovely McDonalds

but I have been to McDonalds to order a cheesy calorie dense big mac.

I have never sat on a circular cloud while eating a sweet sugary ball of cotton candy

But I have sat on my comfy couch while gobbling on a raspberry flavored lollypop

I have never held a scaled baby snake

But I have held my aunts gorgeous fluffy dog Ruby

What is hot? Melted glass ready to be shaped into a perfect vase, a campfire as it gently toasts marshmallows and steaming hot chocolate.

What is cold? An evil person’s heart as it strikes its next victim, the darkness as it comes around to Earth and the deepness of space.

What is fun? Playing football at the local park, messing around with my aunt’s gorgeous dog ruby and being in bed watching YouTube.

What is boring? A rainy day watching the rain pour out the window, a grumpy pug being sat there doing nothing and a long hard math’s exam

What is loud? The chatter of the bar filled with empty pint glasses, the bark of angry dog ready to bite and the neighbor’s gardener trimming the hedges.

What is quiet? The autumn leaves falling from the trees in the breeze, the winter snow falling and hitting the ground softly and the feathers falling from the dove gracefully flying.

What is heavy? The music to the local rock’n’roll band, the toolbox my dad has had since his early twenties and the boulder rushing down the huge mountain in the Alps.

What is light? My toy car what I still have since I was two, the feathers from scared pigeons and the stones in my beautiful back garden.

I want to paint

A cool caterpillar crawling to a curled-up leaf,

A playful poodle puppy playing in a pool,

A fantastic flamingo flying on Friday

I want to paint

The northern lights in the sky like a solar eclipse,

A perfectly rounded pebble like a tasty, sweet, sugared almond,

A shell like a curled up resting hedgehog

I want to paint

An oak boat as it slowly sways away to the magical horizon,

A gorgeous Ferrari as it drifts into the beautiful sunset,

I want to paint the end of this poem