Poetry to shape the eye

SPOOKS

Twist and turn
my stomach turns
hurl and wurl
i hurl
and it feels like im on a pogo stick
never stopping
well that's the first
and my tummy just shakes
up dow
up down
up and down
and i feel it come out
many colors
its doesn't taste like acid
its more sweet
and my teeth rotten
im on the pogo stick and now i know why
im escaping from her
she wants to eat me
with her nasty yellow teeth
she wants to cook me with the rats in her big black pot
and im running away
maybe this is a dream
lets hope it is
because i just fell and hit my head