Marina Poem

The color of the water is a deep blue.
You hear it whisper to you as it caries the waves onto the sand.
You hear the laughter of the pink pigeons in the background.
You sit on the edge of the dock drinking apple juice,thinking about jumping in.
But you are afraid that the abstract color of the water might sting your legs a little bit too much.

Ashton Kutcher

His Mouth is red roses that i just want to pick..
His teeth are white as snow on a sunny day.
His eyes are brown as a chocolate labs fur that you just want to feel.
His eyelashes are black as a winter night that scares you until you realizes its safe.
His cheeks are pudgy and adorable like a babys butt.
His skin is tan as the Florida sand.
His hair is wispy as branches in the wind about to fall to the ground.
His forehead is flat as a side walk.
His ears are small, as a piece of gum on a table.
His whole face is a wonderland, a vacation away from reality.