The ruddy widow really wants ripe watermelon and red roses when winter arrives.
Pad kid poured curd pulled cold.
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.
Clean clams crammed in clean cans.
Big black bugs bleed blue black blood but baby black bugs bleed blue blood.
Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks.
If Kantie can tie a tie and untie a tie,
why can't I tie a tie and untie a tie like Kantie can.
A tree toad loved a she-toad,
Who lived up in a tree.
He was a three-toed tree toad,
But a two-toed toad was she.
The three-toed tree toad tried to win,
The two-toed she-toad's heart,
For the three-toed tree toad loved the ground,
That the two-toed tree toad trod.
But the three-toed tree toad tried in vain.
He couldn't please her whim.
From her tree toad bower,
With her two-toed power,
The she-toad vetoed him.
A big black bug bit a big black dog on his big black nose!
Send toast to ten tense stout saints’ ten tall tents.
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.
The great Greek grape growers grow great Greek grapes.
How many snacks could a snack stacker stack, if a snack stacker snacked stacked snacks?
The owner of the inside inn was inside his inside inn with his inside outside his inside inn.
How can a clam cram in a clean cream can?
Whoever slit the sheets is a good sheet slitter.
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!
Seth at Sainsbury's sells thick socks.
A synonym for cinnamon is a cinnamon synonym.
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.
Fresh French fried fly fritters
If you understand, say "understand".
If you don't understand, say "don't understand".
But if you understand and say "don't understand".
how do I understand that you understand. Understand!?
No need to light a night-light on a light night like tonight.
How much dew does a dewdrop drop
If dewdrops do drop dew?
They do drop, they do
As do dewdrops drop
If dewdrops do drop dew.
Thirty-three thirsty, thundering thoroughbreds thumped Mr. Thurber on Thursday.
What do we call a beautiful picture drawn by a peach artist? – It is a great peach of work.
He threw three free throws.
Sheena leads, Sheila needs.
“Surely Sylvia swims!” shrieked Sammy surprised. “Someone should show Sylvia some strokes so she shall not sink.”
Thirty-three thousand feathers on a thrush’s throat.
Thin grippy thick slippery.
Sheena leads, Sheila needs.
If you notice this notice,
you will notice that this notice is not worth noticing.
Rory the warrior and Roger the worrier were reared wrongly in a rural brewery.
Can you can a can as a canner can can a can?
Denise sees the fleece, Denise sees the fleas. At least Denise could sneeze and feed and freeze the fleas.
Love's a feeling you feel when you feel
you're going to feel the feeling you've never felt before.
A pessimistic pest exists amidst us.
Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks.
She saw Sharif’s shoes on the sofa. But was she so sure those were Sharif’s shoes she saw?
A lump of red leather, a red leather lump.
Purple paper people, purple paper people, purple paper people.
Send toast to ten tense stout saints’ ten tall tents.
Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie.
A fly and flea flew into a flue,
said the fly to the flea 'what shall we do?'
'let us fly' said the flea
said the fly 'shall we flee'
so they flew through a flaw in the flue.
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.
Each Easter Eddie eats eighty Easter eggs.
If practice makes perfect and perfect needs practice, I’m perfectly practiced and practically perfect.
I thought, I thought of thinking of thanking you.
Near an ear, a nearer ear, a nearly eerie ear.
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