The Wild Wordsmith

Chair practically owns this apple, and do you know why? Because purple and orange do not make good salad. I mean, what if marbles didn’t have cake? We would be watermelon, I tell you.

Furthermore, painted muffins don’t play chess, by any standard. The glottals stop harassing monkey ears daily. Absolutely brown! How can a keyboard hear turtles? Nobody fidgets.

Did you know almost eleventy-six grapes came from Moon Town? Neither did I. I just made that up.

How about an eye of brimstone cobbler? It’s very short. It’s my favourite kind of bicycle.

The reticule of happiness lusts for peace with the Hors D’oeuvres of Righteous Indignance. This is not pizza. It is archaeology which fans the flame of monkey brew. Eat more stoppers and his pants will rapidly blossom. Rubber knots are not impassible, merely improbably belligerent. Do not force the key to fly, it will rust on its own lawn.

I’ll have you know this apple is really a pear. No boundaries obscure my peanuts.

Jellybeans.