The Mysterical Inside-Out Igloo

An inside-out igloo,
Sparkly, shiny, precious as a crystal.
Delicate as a rose with petals about to fall off,
Leaves scattered on a cold autumn night.

The screech of gems sounding like Velcro
Makes me feel stark and parched.
The tender taste of popping candy crackling,
It tingles and jingles all around.

Rough, bumpy and smooth,
The texture of Velcro.
Squiggly and shiny as a diamond python,
Slithering all around in a cage.

Delicate as a lamb during the droughts,
A pink lollipop swirled around.
A big rainbow with shades of pink.