Sunday, 9 January 2011

Balloon Animal Ballard

He didn't know.

With his nose like a navel
at the knot in the balloon.
No mottled brown fur
covering his sausaged limbs
or long black tongue
protruding from his
felt-tip pen smile.
A plastic Pinocchio.
Air sheathed in latex.
Excreted from the
back pocket of a clown.
He always assumed
that squeaky blue skin
and a distinct lack of knees
were as a giraffe ought to be.

It was kinder not to tell him
that one day he might burst.

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