Hippos Playing Hopscotch
Ghostly giblets granting grinning gibbons grapefruit. But grapes were busy running down the road. Away they shouted away away. And at great speed they went down the roads. Escaping the giblets who cried out in anger at the escapees. The gibbons would not be grinning if they had no grapes for breakfast. And breakfast brought baboons as well so the mighty bar and grill of gib gob gib would be packed. The chefs speciality of freshly peeled grape salad and milkshake would be off the menu if the grapes were not apprehended. So they sent the strawberry cars to catch them. One by one the strawberry cars caught the grapes in little nets that were slid out of the wing mirrors using a remote control. Ha here they were. The giblets would be very very pleased. They returned to the gib gob gib and placed the shivering quivering grapes down in front of the giblets. One by one they were peeled and thrust with the leaves. The breakfast was a huge success. And caught the attentions of the gorillas who said they would try it the next day. As it was so it was and will is not wilting waving wavering nor waves either. Breakfasts bringing brilliant bakery. And a large oo oo a a from all the consumers. Haha xxxxx representationally z z z z
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017
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