How can a clam cram in a clean cream can?
The boot black brought the black boot back.
I shot the city sheriff.
I shot the city sheriff.
I shot the city sheriff.
If a black bug bleeds black blood, what color blood does a blue bug bleed?
One smart fellow, he felt smart.
Two smart fellows, they felt smart.
Three smart fellows, they felt smart.
Four smart fellows, they felt smart.
Five smart fellows, they felt smart.
Six smart fellows, they felt smart.
How can a clam cram in a clean cream can?
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.
Susie works in a shoeshine shop. Where she shines she sits, and where she sits she shines.
Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks.
Give papa a cup of proper coffee in a copper coffee cup.
How many sheets could a sheet slitter slit if a sheet slitter could slit sheets?
She stood on the balcony, inexplicably mimicking him hiccuping, and amicably welcoming him in.
Scissors sizzle, thistles sizzle.
How much caramel can a canny canonball cram in a camel if a canny canonball can cram caramel in a camel?
It's not the cough that carries you off,
it's the coffin they carry you off in!
I eat eel while you peel eel
A loyal warrior will rarely worry why we rule.
Whoever slit the sheets is a good sheet slitter.
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.
Hap-pea-ness is when you and your friend are like two peas in a pod.
Luke Luck likes lakes.
Luke's duck likes lakes.
Luke Luck licks lakes.
Luck's duck licks lakes.
Duck takes licks in lakes Luke Luck likes.
Luke Luck takes licks in lakes duck likes.
Why do you cry, Willy?
Why do you cry?
Why, Willy?
Why, Willy?
Why, Willy? Why?
Mix a box of mixed biscuits with a boxed biscuit mixer.
The thirty-three thieves thought that they thrilled the throne throughout Thursday.
How much pot, could a pot roast roast, if a pot roast could roast pot.
Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks.
Brisk brave brigadiers brandished broad bright blades, blunderbusses, and bludgeons — balancing them badly.
Silly sheep weep and sleep.
If coloured caterpillars could change their colours constantly could they keep their coloured coat coloured properly?
Clean clams crammed in clean cans.
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!
Five frantic frogs fled from fifty fierce fishes.
Tom threw Tim three thumbtacks.
A gazillion gigantic grapes gushed
gradually giving gophers gooey guts.
One-one was a race horse.
Two-two was one too.
One-one won one race.
Two-two won one too.
Round and round the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran.
No need to light a night-light on a light night like tonight.
Denise sees the fleece, Denise sees the fleas. At least Denise could sneeze and feed and freeze the fleas.
Did Dick Pickens prick his pinkie pickling cheap cling peaches in an inch of Pinch or framing his famed French finch photos?
If Stu chews shoes, should Stu choose the shoes he chews?
Thirty-three thirsty, thundering thoroughbreds thumped Mr. Thurber on Thursday.
It's a nice night for a white rice fight.
Suzie Seaword's fish-sauce shop sells unsifted thistles for thistle-sifters to sift.
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.
Ingenious iguanas improvising an intricate impromptu on impossibly-impractical instruments.
How many yaks could a yak pack, pack if a yak pack could pack yaks?
Some peas rolled off my plate, and one went far further than the rest. He was the cham-pea-on.
A big black bug bit a big black dog on his big black nose!
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.
Green glass globes glow greenly.