Bubble

A little fish swimming round and round as fast as a cheetah blowing bubbles as she goes.
Her tiny little eyes shining just like the ocean.
Her skin is as slippery as a slip n slide in the summer.
Her breath smells like grainy sand.
She always carries a shell with pearl white marshmallows.
Her voice is always croaky like a motorbike starting.

“Have a marshmallow to add to my selection”

By Milli Banbury

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