A gazillion gigantic grapes gushed
gradually giving gophers gooey guts.
Can you can a can as a canner can can a can?
A lump of red leather, a red leather lump.
Six sleek swans swam swiftly southwards.
Bobby Bippy bought a bat.
Bobby Bippy bought a ball.
With his bat Bob banged the ball
Banged it bump against the wall
But so boldly Bobby banged it
That he burst his rubber ball
"Boo!" cried Bobby
Bad luck ball
Bad luck Bobby, bad luck ball
Now to drown his many troubles
Bobby Bippy's blowing bubbles.
One-one was a race horse.
Two-two was one too.
One-one won one race.
Two-two won one too.
Five frantic frogs fled from fifty fierce fishes.
Five fuzzy French frogs Frolicked through the fields in France.
What did you have for breakfast?
- rubber balls and liquor!
What did you have for lunch?
- rubber balls and liquor!
What did you have for dinner?
- rubber balls and liquor!
What do you do when your sister comes home?
- rubber balls and liquor!
Big black bugs bleed blue black blood but baby black bugs bleed blue blood.
She saw Sherif's shoes on the sofa. But was she so sure she saw Sherif's shoes on the sofa?
How much ground would a groundhog hog, if a groundhog could hog ground? A groundhog would hog all the ground he could hog, if a groundhog could hog ground.
If Stu chews shoes, should Stu choose the shoes he chews?
To sit in solemn silence in a dull, dark dock in a pestilential prison with a life-long lock, awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock from a cheap and chippy chopper with a big, black block.
I'm not the fig plucker,
nor the fig plucker's son,
but I'll pluck figs
till the fig plucker comes.
If a black bug bleeds black blood, what color blood does a blue bug bleed?
Something in a thirty-acre thermal thicket of thorns and thistles thumped and thundered threatening the three-D thoughts of Matthew the thug – although, theatrically, it was only the thirteen-thousand thistles and thorns through the underneath of his thigh that the thirty-year-old thug thought of that morning.
I'm a sock cutter and I cut socks.
I'm a sock cutter and I cut socks.
I'm a sock cutter and I cut socks.
Mr. Tongue Twister tried to train his tongue to twist and turn, and twit an twat, to learn the letter "T".
Rory the warrior and Roger the worrier were reared wrongly in a rural brewery.
Sheena leads, Sheila needs.
Yellow butter, purple jelly, red jam, black bread.
Spread it thick, say it quick!
Yellow butter, purple jelly, red jam, black bread.
Spread it thicker, say it quicker!
Yellow butter, purple jelly, red jam, black bread.
Don't eat with your mouth full!
To sit in solemn silence in a dull, dark dock,
In a pestilential prison, with a life-long lock,
Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock,
From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block!
To sit in solemn silence in a dull, dark dock,
In a pestilential prison, with a life-long lock,
Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock,
From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block!
A dull, dark dock, a life-long lock,
A short, sharp shock, a big black block!
To sit in solemn silence in a pestilential prison,
And awaiting the sensation
From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block!
Red lorry, yellow lorry.
Love's a feeling you feel when you feel
you're going to feel the feeling you've never felt before.
Fred fed Ted bread and Ted fed Fred bread.
I saw a kitten eating chicken in the kitchen.
Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks.
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. How many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?
Hap-pea-ness is when you and your friend are like two peas in a pod.
There those thousand thinkers were thinking how did the other three thieves go through.
Ann and Andy's anniversary is in April.
Some peas rolled off my plate, and one went far further than the rest. He was the cham-pea-on.
She sells seashells by the seashore.
Gobbling gorgoyles gobbled gobbling goblins.
Pete's pa pete poked to the pea patch to pick a peck of peas for the poor pink pig in the pine hole pig-pen.
English can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.
Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie.
Whoever slit the sheets is a good sheet slitter.
Round the rough and rugged rock the ragged rascal rudely ran.
When you write copy you have the right to copyright the copy you write.
“Surely Sylvia swims!” shrieked Sammy surprised. “Someone should show Sylvia some strokes so she shall not sink.”
Give papa a cup of proper coffee in a copper coffee cup.
Something in a thirty-acre thermal thicket of thorns and thistles thumped and thundered threatening the three-D thoughts of Matthew the thug - although, theatrically, it was only the thirteen-thousand thistles and thorns through the underneath of his thigh that the thirty year old thug thought of that morning.
Round and round the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran.
A skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump stunk, but the stump thunk the skunk stunk.
Busy buzzing bumble bees.
Will you, William? Will you, William? Will you, William?
Can't you, don't you, won't you, William?
She stood on the balcony, inexplicably mimicking him hiccuping, and amicably welcoming him in.
He threw three free throws.