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I want to paint…

I want to paint the smell of brownies flowing through my nose like the wind gushing

I want to paint the sound of an alarm bell ringing like an earthquake descending upon us

I want to paint the taste of cheese coming up my nose like an air drop ascending

I want to paint the distance between UK and USA like a 1 meter stick

 

I want to paint a juicy strawberry falling in my mouth

I want to paint my grandpa sitting with all his grandsons when he was alive

I want to paint a furious cheetah eating his prey hungrily

I want to paint a kite high up in the air

 

I want to paint a haunted house scaring the children like seeing yourself in a mirror when you wake up

I want to paint a gold cake as gold as snake eyes

I want to paint a red book as red as blood!

I want to paint the blue sky as blue as water

 

 

I want to paint the end of this poem.

 

 

© Zain Khan 2021

The abounded house and the polite boy

Once upon a time there was a boy called jack. He was about 15 years old  he did lot’s of things to help with his family like cook dinner every night tidying the house but one day his mum told him to get a Pacific  plant  so when it was about 10 hour’s he founded a plant it looks just like the one  the map he went into the abandoned house when he opened the door the door sqwiked  like on of those rusty doors when he stepped in all the windows where smashed then he made his move