The cactus and the balloon

I bought a balloon and filled it with helium.
I got a piece of string and tied one end to the balloon and the other to my cactus.
I started masturbating to it.
When my mum stumbled into my room, I managed to put my penis away in time but she was confused about the balloon tied to the cactus.
I told her that my cactus had always wanted to ride a hot air balloon but couldn’t because it was a cactus and might burst the balloon, so I thought I would tie a helium balloon to it so it could briefly live its dream.
She believed me.
Weirdo.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

642 Challenge: “A talking cactus tells you his one dream is to ride in a hot air balloon; but he can’t move from the ground, and he is afraid he will pop the balloon. How do you help him make his dream come true?”

Pockets of kittens

I filled my pockets with kittens. Shorts, trousers, jackets, coats, bags, the lot. I put them in every pocket I own because in case I needed a kitten there would always be one available for me. Because I filled all of my pockets with kittens.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

642 Challenge: “You find a bunch of kittens in a box on the side of the road. They can’t find their mother. What do you do with the kittens?”

The dark

I can see in the dark.
Every night I walk around when everyone else is still.
I see the things they choose to ignore as they snore.
I can see in the dark.
I don’t like everything I see, but it’s just for me.
So I walk around in the dark as much as I can.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

642 Challenge: “You can see in the dark.”

The plants and animals

On a warm summer evening
I went out to play in my backyard,
when suddenly I realised
something magical was happening.
All the plants and animals were fucking.
I think.
I’d been drinking.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

642 Challenge: “On a warm summer evening I went out to play in my backyard, when suddenly I realised something magical was happening. All the plants and animals were…”

4/8/18 – Gerwig

Greta Gerwig found a pig
And said: “I shall call you Wig”,
To which the pig did a jig.

Wig jigged and jigged
For Greta Gerwig
And offered her a giant fig.

“Thank you, Wig,” said Greta Gerwig.
“But I do not like the taste of figs,
So get it out of my fucking face.”

© Carl Burkitt 2018

2/8/18 – Smith

Kevin Smith was cravin’ some raisins.
But the weather was rainin’
And he wasn’t up for bravin’
Leavin’ the safe haven of his home.
So he stayed in alone, picked up his phone
And searched on Deliveroo.
To his fright, the site had few fruity delights
So instead, scoffed his bunny rabbit’s poos.

© Carl Burkitt 2018