Give papa a cup of proper coffee in a copper coffee cup.
Denise sees the fleece, Denise sees the fleas. At least Denise could sneeze and feed and freeze the fleas.
Ingenious iguanas improvising an intricate impromptu on impossibly-impractical instruments.
A skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump stunk, but the stump thunk the skunk stunk.
Two tiny timid toads trying to trot to Tarrytown.
He threw three free throws.
Sheena leads, Sheila needs.
A loyal warrior will rarely worry why we rule.
Round the rough and rugged rock the ragged rascal rudely ran.
As he gobbled the cakes on his plate, the greedy ape said as he ate: The greener green grapes are, the keener keen apes are to gobble green grape cakes. They’re great!
Thirty-three thousand feathers on a thrush’s throat.
A synonym for cinnamon is a cinnamon synonym.
Red lorry, yellow lorry.
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.
English can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.
Thirty-three thirsty, thundering thoroughbreds thumped Mr. Thurber on Thursday.
Fred fed Ted bread and Ted fed Fred bread.
Silly Sally swiftly shooed seven silly sheep. The seven silly sheep Silly Sally shooed shilly-shallied south. These sheep shouldn’t sleep in a shack; sheep should sleep in a shed.
The sixth sick sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick.
One-one was a race horse. Two-two was one too. One-one won one race. Two-two won one too.
Near an ear, a nearer ear, a nearly eerie ear.
A happy hippo hopped and hiccupped.
Any noise annoys an oyster but a noisy noise annoys an oyster more.
She sells seashells by the seashore.
Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks.
Send toast to ten tense stout saints’ ten tall tents.
I like New York, unique New York, I like unique New York.
How can a clam cram in a clean cream can?
What did the pea dad say after a tiring day at work? "I'm desperate for some peas of mind."
Brisk brave brigadiers brandished broad bright blades, blunderbusses, and bludgeons—balancing them badly.
A tutor who tooted the flute tried to teach two young tooters to toot. Said the two to the tutor, ‘Is it harder to toot, or to tutor two tooters to toot?
Pad kid poured curd pulled cod.
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!
Birdie birdie in the sky laid a turdie in my eye.
If cows could fly I’d have a cow pie in my eye.
She sells seashells on the seashore.
The shells she sells are seashells, I’m sure.
And if she sells seashells on the seashore,
Then I’m sure she sells seashore shells.
Betty Botter bought some butter but, said she, the butter’s bitter.
If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter.
But a bit of better butter will make my bitter batter better.
So she bought some better butter, better than the bitter butter,
put it in her bitter batter, made her bitter batter better.
So ‘t was better Betty Botter bought some better butter.
Rory’s lawn rake rarely rakes really right.
A really leery Larry rolls readily to the road.
Thirty-three thousand feathers on a thrushes throat.
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 thought a thought.
But the thought I thought
Wasn’t the thought I thought I thought.
If the thought I thought I thought,
Had been the thought I thought,
I wouldn’t have thought I thought.
Send toast to ten tense stout saints’ ten tall tents.
Rory the warrior and Roger the worrier were reared wrongly in a rural brewery.
Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie.
Can you can a canned can into an un-canned can like a canner can can a canned can into an un-canned can?
Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks.
Brisk brave brigadiers brandished broad bright blades, blunderbusses, and bludgeons — balancing them badly.
Some peas rolled off my plate, and one went far further than the rest. He was the cham-pea-on.
If you must cross a course cross cow across a crowded cow crossing, cross the cross coarse cow across the crowded cow crossing carefully.
No need to light a night-light on a light night like tonight.