They make jam sandwiches with jam on the outside and bread in the middle
Their post boxes are pillars of black shadow with a solid red metal strip where the letters should be posted
Their pins have two heads
Their needles have two eyes
Their trees have leaves for trunks and trunks for leaves
They force videos into DVD drives with sledge hammers and then press play
Their umbrellas are holy as collinders
Their collinders are seeled as umbrellas
Their fish tanks have gun barrels
They scour the beach with metal detectors whilst wearing steal toecap boots
They baptise water bombs in churches made from the skeletons of victims from holy wars
They sit in the corners of clouds with leaking pencils
And walk with wrecking balls for hands
Their bananas have the crunch of apples and their apples have got the slop of overripe bananas
They make me want to punch the suns lights out
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