Stumbling stumbles

Stumbling stumbles, climbing beans -
A hare or two that travel seems a lot
as many tumbles have been.
Take a task or two to train three tales -
A mare or four for marvels moors.
It's not as often as that will do,
but irony will steel the shoe, or moo.

Lastly breach the gunnel and tape,
make it last to blast the scape, draping -
Here you'll see perchance percolating
about the cabin as cables launch scraping -
yes, I know you'll spy a dark tale tell -
to say nothing of another day or tray -
for cheese that's ripe for red railings by
the nose knows who will purchase the nail.

Forgotten to fret about the spring wash?
It's going to come to fruition picking ripely
about the next season of salt, harvesting
and hurtling the next bend, beckoning
broadly we breed dinner, dank though the
cleanest we can see is canning, or caning?

Only the best of cantankerous branches
make canes for candy, brown chocolate
reeks of remnants, delicious though delicate
it wanders down paths of wandering creeks
meant only for painters of petulant,
pedantic moss, moved mostly for musty
bread.

© 2015 Larry Ingram