Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, - While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping.

The lawn thrived when it began to rain.

Betty Botter bought some butter, "But," she said, "the butter's bitter;

Here and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper

"A duck that clucked drove a truck into an aqueduct."

"Aunt Agnes! Ack! Another accounting error!"

I like to decline an offer of wine to define my style.

“Row more slowly,” bellowed the old, bony crone.

"I must confess that in my quest I felt depressed and restless."

“She sells seashells by the seashore.”

Roy ran in the raging rain.

“Wait,” whispered Wendy, her gaze wandering wistfully.