Wednesday, 11 January 2017

Surrealist micro-fiction / poetry from a 5-year-old

My second-cousin Reuben: obviously the next William S Burroughs. Taken straight from a recording.

There's a little rabbit called Matthew, and he has
two balloons called Matthew and Blatthew.
And his mum says, “You can't go to work
until your dad's turned into a bush.
Your dad's turned into a bush because
he doesn't want to go to work.
So you can't play today. WHACK!”
She whacks him, and it ends in a bad baby. It does.

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