I will put in the box,

a talking chicken dressed as a pickle,

giant green lions,

and a hooting dishwasher.

I will put in the box,

some purple elephants’ grumpy smiles,

a few bad jokes,

some teeth in a pot on Jiggly Juggly Mountain.

I will put in the box,

a cartoony black hole for a moon,

a mouldy piece of cheese as big as a house,

an evil piece of corn.

My box is made of bright yellow pencils,

white fire and pools of ink with rubber bands on the lid,

and Captain Obvious in the corners.

Its hinges are rotten apples with worms in them.

I will throw cats at my box

on the roof of my bright and gloomy lair.

Then they will fall on garbage

beside a green dump the colour of a gherkin.