Tuesday, March 14, 2017

My Poem

John is a speeding blue Ferrari 458 zooming through the city.


John is a spicy butter chicken sloshing down my throat.

John is a racing cheetah sprinting through the forest.

John is a small house in the outskirts.

John is a tough tree facing the weather

John is a pair of Adidas rugby boots running around

1 comment:

  1. Yummm! Sloshing butter chicken sounds great!

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