A surrealist poem by Daniel Bertinshaw, featuring an interjection by Daniela Dunn.

fishes swimming in souffle, fishes dancing on a hat!
but these fishes have whiskers so they must be cats.
cats have no hats, so there are no hats, except on my head, which is where i lost it tomorrow.
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CUTTLEFISH!
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a cuttlefish without a cuttle would perhaps be some kind of farming machinery. except in the rain: then it would be a fine dessert.
or perhaps a desert. where there is nothing, so i shall go there and see everything.