Demystification So Clap Clap Clap Then

Sitting striving seeping seeking salted sugary sweets. And when is a ham a melon? Never! Never! Cried the apples in the basket. Don't squash that cabbage it is actually abuse. Abusive acts from the ladle lord. Not very good. And not wise or justified. To turn the lemon handle to boil the broth within takes a while but never mind. It is organically organised. Good. Good. Good. And now we must gather to admire the dancing performance of the 3000 potatoes. It is great. Pure entertainment. Leaping. Bounding. Spinning. Pirouetting. And just sheer skill balancing. The musically inclined tomatoes play marvellous accumpliment in the spud show. Then curtsey and bow. For the royal peel is in the top box. Peering down. Peel peer. How rather toffish! And to consider a pea in a hat to be not as important as an beetroot in a suit is very very very snobbish and snobbishness is unwelcome in salad bowl cinemas and operatic theatrical stew bowls. Pans pin points playing pianos pivoting. Left angled right angles and central carridgeway observation and justification arrives in a fork or a knife but never a spoon. Lets tango with a beef broth. With the fork lift truck. Obviously. The crates are required. We need the show of potatoes. The carrying canopies are creations. Good. Clap clap clap. No ha ha today. But a big relief of an isosceles triangle formation of rice. In a kiln. *** kilowatts ka. Statutory provisions sent suppers. Gone. God food. Good. And a demystification x