Ninety Feet of Cat

The rising of the seventh moon in an ornamental lampshade is equivalent to a nice round smiley dinner plate that had been recently washed, Recently washed is neither a rotating wimpy wishing walker and neither is it a raspberry wafer wobbling, It takes a lot of effort to squeeze a giant igloo through the eye of a needle, And this is not pleasant for the spectating polar bears whose fish was being fried inside the dwelling holes, But only a mini strawberry could flex the muscles effectively to cause a jam in a mile of traffic, That is not good news for the jars who are already late and to be late is said to be as irrational as using a fork to make a morning brew, A stew is far more intelligent than a gravy as many components equal more experience and more experience means that even a metric metre of labelled combinations could entice a bear from a sleeping hole, But only when wearing a jacket made from paper, It is nice and neat and true to form, But format was often found to be a flame of frog leg on a carpet of mystical swirling frogspawn, It is wise to offer up a little cup of cat milk to the buds then sit back as the colours loop in and swirl in a sky of answers, But this can simply not be achieved nor archived when the moon is in the bin and the sailors are racing in the sun ship, A trade is traditional and traditional trade can be nothing more then a hyper-fluted mini skirt of a skating rabbit on a promenade wearing 60 pairs of headphones, Metronomes moaning making moronic motionless mixes, And a nice little pair of glasses on the mantle-piece was swaying in the wind but not swearing for swearing was reserved for those who act out tanker talks, Themes then? Yes. Where there were many now there are few. But in fuse boxes the conversations are often quite absurd and who would put a floating camel in a tank then send it into a plane to cross the clouds, Criss cross is a cleaning duty for a mission opinionated cloth wearing layers of clothing, So what will one bring to the fair? A mare A single bud A sanctified saint cushion with sparkles and satin. And a heron in a pan of water with 60 fish to eat. Consummation is the creational consumption cream of cropped chartered chunks. Said the 90 feet of cat by a door. Z Leptailurus serval Z at 54 lemon sponge cakes laughing at 21 empty flan cases.