The mountain of clothes looks like a treacherous climb
Daddy’s big raincoat would make a great slide
The soft comfortable sofa, a trampoline with more than flight
The pots and pans, a nifty drum for my band
The box of tissues, a car, a truck or even a van
The blanket on my bed is a perfect cover as my tent
Welcome to my world,
Where everything is something else,
Through the eyes,
Of a three year old mind.
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