The Earth
By Tim C
As you press the button
It bings then dings
The white light blinding eyes
One by one
Many different worlds
Living inside
As long as it’s on
It will not stop
What it smells like
It’s hard to tell
What it sounds like
It’s up to you
It arrives in a box
But leaves unknown
You do what you like with it
As long as you like
When you’re done
You turn it off
It goes to bed
And falls asleep