It is a big, brown bar of chocolate.
It is a black, blazing, autumn’s day.
It is a broken, bashed shed.
It is a blowing, blustery storm.
It is a brutal, blotchy, leather jacket
It is a bumpy, bouncy sofa
It is brave, brawny Blood Fever
It is a beautiful, blown away roast chicken
what happens when we write....... 
