This poem might not fit,
And it might be weird a bit,
I was born in the sun!
Wasn’t that really fun?

In school children used to talk about my skin,
Some said I’m thin,
I had skin like the sun!
My female friend said,
“That sounds like fun!”

At home (not the sun),
My parent said my eyes looked like stars,
As my brother munched on a chocolate bar,
Through my window I saw a dome.

When death struck,
magic happened,
My body disappeared into thin air,
and went back to the sun.