Croquet on the lawn at three pm
1 2 1 2 in a tutu playing croquet at three pm
Abracadabra is a giant kilo of horse manure thrown at the head with a boom. But a boom is neither a boomerang nor a pickling gate in a jar of curdled milk. Sour then? Saw a shrimp paste running did we?
Heavenly scents of a mustard explosion in a pan? With or without whipped cream. And whips are generally misperforming tight ropes ejected out of the tails of horned beasts that circle the arenas in a nice tight exotic air. Then dance.
Hippocratical hippo having headache heavily whilst a blue jay sang sweet songs to a jar of sand. The jar of sand was very very happy with this and produced a sweaty pleasure to create an ocean in a glass. Tides then went in and out but also went up and down in the air. How rather great that was?
Saving of synchronised stale swept shells was reserved for exclusive restaurants whose towering plates of mussels and oysters reached as far as Pluto and weighed as much as sixty five thousand elephants, ten cargo ships, fifteen jumbo jets, and an ice cream maker. Plus a plastic spoon. But plastic spoons can evade the crush and cramming by mere flotation methods. How rather resourceful then?
It is often entertaining to watch wrestling. But wrestling a ninety foot ostrich in a tunnel is not a wise idea for a teddy bear. Teddies are not that adept at placements. And placements in a warren are the epitomised idea of the rabbit bud buffet. It is radicalised over a bowl of jumping cereal. How rather althetic then?
Saying go go go go go to a plate of fish with tails is not a good idea, especially in wet weather outdoor seating areas. For the fish could actually listen and dive from the plates and swim away. Leaving behind the potatoes to await their fate of fork. How amazing is that really?
Mission fuelled custard jams hopping over the cars. Like a large line of frogs. Hop Hop Hop then. But no scotch quilted framework could ever fly over a gap of over 2 centimetres.
Rain hail sleet then snow! Amazing fruit trees gathering to watch the shows of sheet lightening but this spectacle is often left reserved for beds and pillows and duvets. But not divans. Divans are neither divinatory nor demonising drapes.
And a single herring could leap as fast as a dust particle.
For to swim is to sail and to sail is to take the biscuits to dinner in a pair of rotating sun glasses.
Ha ha the bees are returning from their holidays. Buzzz......
Z Palaeontologists pickling palaeontology Z
X At a single ironed shirt with lots of starch to Twenty seven hourglasses waving from a table passing twelve hooks on a pan. X
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