a sunday yarn

Boom, bang, bam – bonanza! A whirling, twirling, beguiling smirk creases billy’s blonde bonce. He bounded about the black and brown striped balcony. A bazooka had blown a big, nay a magnificent flourishing biscuit of nourishment in his brain. He was bouncing, bustling, bounding. He felt beautiful. “I feel like a balloon,” he bellowed. “bow, wow!” he bashfully screeched. Ideas flowed like bowling balls bopping over pins. A blast, a barrage - a new thought exploded. It was a bombardment of wonder. Was he bonkers? Begat no, blighted? Forget it, bleary-eyed? Bong! – just smiling and happy - Billy ‘the bubble’ Bird.