I want to poke the apple with a clown’s cane of mushroom flowered daffodils.
It will then transform into a glorious phoenix of Elephant’s trunks. The orange will quest for his origins and confront his tribal father,
but tragically be squeezed for the Queen’s breakfast the very next morning.
The banana will realize that he’s a she and get a sex change operation,
Then elope with the basket, and his parents will never know.
The jug will get breast implants and divorce three husbands in a row before
Winning a marathon and selling her biography to Lifetime.
The table will then pass a decree that all those with webbed toes
Must dance a jig three times on Friday,
While I play the hornpipe.
Author notes
Because still lifes are fun!
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Amazing... I adore your style. Surreal on a Lewis Carroll, Through The Looking Glass level of surrealism.
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