Binofutistic is my brother.
Binofutistic is no other.
Binofutistic is strong and tall
not weak and small.
He likes to airsoft,
but his bed soft,
but not when he coughs
Binofutistic doesn't say
that he wants to play
When it is time,
he eats a lime
then we go hug our
mom and dad
then Binofutistic tells dad
that he had
a sour lime and then goes to sleep
dreaming about a frog learning how to leap
when it is chilly
and he thinks it is silly
He will always be my Binofutistic.
What I Was and What I am
I used to be a toddler
full of energy and happiness
with smelly diaper
playing with my brother and toys
eating and sleeping most of the time
But now I am a grown up boy
soon to be a teen
that loves Star Wars and Legos
waiting for the day to get real friends.
Tan, My Favorite Color
It tastes like tortillas.
Tan feels like the coarse sand under your bare feet.
Tan sounds like a deer prancing happily around in the vast forest.
It looks like the Great pyramids of Giza.
It tastes like a fresh, sweet apple pie.
Tans feels like a bamboo flute.
Tan tastes like a warm latte from Starbucks.
It looks like Obi-Wan from Star Wars.
It smells like bread out of an oven.
Tan looks like chicken broth.
Also, it feels like the fur of Meowth, a Pokemon.
It sound like a sand storm howling in the gloomy night.
Tan sounds like the Mos Eisley Cantina band from Star Wars.