As Sweet as Honeycomb

Surprise. Dear, kind water well,
as I pat the cobbled wall with an echo sort.
Should I preach to you the surname of my bagged marine?
How so would you like it, hot and plated?

Well, as I long to remove your arsenic waste,
my mind must have slipped, disabled some necks,
mistakably. Happened to split a face,
and yank by the indigenous canine with a slant.

Outlining the circle of life, I must have tripped,
and fell clumsily like a walrus, enormous mass,
took the folly female forcibly, and apparently
cashed some money for a journey; substandard.

Whisking the egg whites would prove a generous meringue,
I hear when the lucid media proves near.
But without to lure a tangent, my family were queer,
To my 'playful scheme of things' - I just force the talent prow.

Apologies, block my massy anecdote,
for this marine forgot and bruised a blood clot.
Without further ado, twirl for me raindrop,
And save this life of sinful clowning-around.