Tumbling Tonguetwisters
If you
are a skilled judge of huge meat-eating terror lizards, then does that mean
that you are a “connoisseur of carnisaurs”? Or a “T. Rex expert”? And can you
say that three times fast?
What
if Peggy Babcock gave you a pack of pickled peppers, and fifty-six thick crispy
biscuits? And then she sold seashells by
the seashore from a toy boat festooned at noon with rubber baby buggy bumpers,
and lovely little lilies daubed with black bug’s blood?
If the
Hawaiian volcano goddess got into a big fight on the first day of the fifth
month of the year, when people get their salaries, then would that be a Mayday
payday Pele melee?
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