Backlogs Are Neither Clogs Nor Clinking Chunks of Papers

Rhinos in a line eating hay often defecate simultaneously and with such a thud it writhes the snakes out of a hibernated slumber. But a single dotted line is neither a breadbasket overloaded and overweight nor is it a queue of paper planes. But zero plus zero on graphed out paper is often a sign of a fork in a skirt and high wellington boots. Signal to an elephant tower and get a wave back. Extremely high towering elephants snore in a two hour period and so intermittent friendliness is quite often a case. Getting stuck in vases is problematic for sheep. But putting cattle grids in zoos is often perceived as hazardous to five fingered sharks whose fins are only developed for smooth grounds. And in the dark of a tapestry park there is no space for a stain upon the ground or on a tree trunk. Trot trot trot is neither a trit trot trit nor is it a fir tree acting as a tuning fork. For to tune is to ting tong says the little fly whose eyes move rapidly across the many atoms in the air. Circulating causing charms cutting creating chins. And the chinking of the clank is the clacking of the clicking clock. Chimmichanger chime with a lime. But not a line dance. Posing and posturing. Hahaha force nine gale smiling in a teapot. Hahaha duck in a hood. Xxxxxx gesticulations Z Z Z Z Z