Barons of Bees

A hippopotamus in a tree is never the same as a forty foot sunbathing prawn with sunglasses. For in the eyes of the cool breeze not all can be delivered as speedily as a fish and chip tea on a promenade. So when skipping in leaves speak to the beetles nestled within. No fur coats necessary for such tough outer exteriors. And when feet are immersed in sand take time to consider the milestones made by the several hundred thousand years of eras and fauna and tides who shape the land akin to spreading thick amounts of cream on a homemade bun. But when in wind, now this is the time. The time to fly the inner kite. Mind residue can often flap so perhaps by placing a raisin in a currant one can escape the glows of yesteryear demise,junk,felons and demonstrated demonic plagues. However never let it be said that a clapping pan can dance to the spoon beats. And always be aware a tiny 6inch snail can travel at great speeds in the morning dew or in the dust explosions. Tapered. Tailoring. Trapping. Taking. An hourglass undercut. Cute. Cat. Fishing a five foot wave. Undergrowth underwent until ultimately uprooting. Pointless planning pain pun eyed people swarm. Delivery optional yet opened and arrived in a time looping hop of 1 2 3 beat. Hindsight hinders. Jalapeno skirts on lobster faced girls dance a pretty dance to a large goggle eyed clam. Balloons. Balls. Bake. Banal. Banalities of banana bread. Stallion toss. Geraniums. Xx1 !