Of Unknown Origin

Nylon waste is often akin to a brushed out stable, manger, or stall. But brushing the carpet is often a resemblance of a swirling cloud of dust and tobacco shards and tobacco shards are not talking cats, tailored crafted tails, nor are they tenacious crabs cuddling flowers. In bloom in the room then? Philadelphia phishing is not a fish that gets hooked by fishing nor is it an exact date on a meteorological time chart that clings to a wall with three round chinking pinging pins. It is the round clock witht eh face that speaks the time through eyes of wisdom. And the cloth that cleans in that room is a very clever chap and certainly not in any way persuaded by any side or any organised volley of tennis on a lawn. Leaning are we? The chant of the 'click clock click clock' song can be heard in unison from nursery schools. Booming. And giggling. “Climb up the wall charts and speak to the cattle, bring a broom and bring a rattle, sing to the moon and sing to the stars, sun saying sparkle, the rain comes down, the smile from the patter , pitter patter, pitter patter,” How integral is it to fasten laces and far easier than fastening ices. Or icicles. Or even dangle the shoelaces off bridges to form a swing. WOW. Exciting that? Enter internal attics carefully. Wouldn't wish to impose on a moth ball or a cobweb would we? Dare to place ones feet on to rusted screws and uneven floorboards? Well? And in fact even looking up the ladder is an act that is best left for a flamingo in a pair of cycling shorts. Oh opportunistic octagonal opulence. Catch the mystery then try turning the key. Imperative in a shroud of cosmetics. How rather remarkable an eye shadow can be. And how dynamic can a powder be? But one should not forget the talented lip stick, whose printed hue can polish even the fragmented waste of a cargo ship. But only upside down. “This is getting rather annoying” said the eyeliner. “I am only ever used occasionally. I would rather be a cream or a nice cherry pink hue”. And that was the scintillating conversation from the make-up case. Kettle king koala met kinsmen kangaroos and hopped around on the trampolines. Playful aren't they? Whilst the weary weapons gathered up the mess left by the gateaus who held a barn dance on the trampolines once a month. One two whirl. Yes ok fine but who thought for the aftermath of such whirling? The cream splodges and the fragments of sponge and cherries. And don't forget the strawberry splats. They were a complete eyesore. To avoid this at all cost the trampolines were pulled higher into the trees. As the gateaux could not jump as high as the kangaroos nor could they climb as well as the koalas. What a shame. But the gateaus huddled together and hatched a daring plan. They would ask the whisk from the bakery if he could preform helicopter duties. Then they could reach the trampoline for the barn dance. Marvellous! And just as they thought the whisk agreed immediately. He got rather fed up just whirring around bowls anyway. And after placing the gateaus on his shoulders, one by one, lifted into the tree tops. The fiddle playing leaves looked in great astonishment at this feat. Amazing! Then as the music began and the whirling too it was a drip drop drip that splashed onto the heads of passing birds, humans, and other forest dwellers. Not amused but accustomed to mess. They carried on their journey. Aprart from Sir Eliquonteer Robin the 678th who darted up the tree and pecked all the ropes holding up the trampoline. Thus sending the trampoline and the dancing gateaus to the ground in a large splat measuring over 346 acres wide and 678 acres tall. Whisking whirring whirls wear weary wasteful weirs. And so that it came to light the ledger books were to go on strike. They were fed up of being thrown on desks. And wanted the same respect as library books and other tomes. After three times the strikes were said to be a great success and the ledger books were given their own ledges to perch upon. How great that day was. Worldwide recognition of a tick box. Fantastic. WOW. Cluck in clock is clock in click. Ok then. Z Propliopithecus Z At forty three angles of a sharpened steel frame sitting at a dining room table to fifteen dynamic dinosaurs driving over the sand dunes and laughing at the crab in the beach ball hat.