Aromatic Antics

One mean footed man said to another "where are the swan cakes?". To which the right angled man replied "I ate them. I ate them. I own them all. I ate them." Passing from behind came rustling then this was ceased with a bang. Fifteen feathers came hurtling through at the men. And two beaks hit them. As sharp as arrows. They fell in the stream. Swept away. Far away. For the tides of existence are exact. And the honour of nature more honourable. So speak the leaf on a sunny day. Question not an irate toad driving a black land rover. Sailing sweeping swept singing salty spitting slitting spliced spicy spews speedily. Aromatics x