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.