Tongue Twisters!

Supposed to be pink pistachio, supposed to be pistachio pink.

Thirty-three thirsty, thundering thoroughbreds thumped Mr. Thurber on Thursday.

Wide right turns.

Six sleek swans swam swiftly southwards.

Dark dusty disks.

Seven sleazy shysters in sharkskin suits sold sheared sealskins to seasick sailors.

Rugged rubber baby buggy bumpers.

Shave a single shingle thin.

The thirty-three thieves thought that they thrilled the throne throughout Thursday.

Brisk brave brigadiers brandished broad bright blades, blunderbusses, and bludgeons — balancing them badly.

Opposite octopus ocular optics.

Rory the warrior and Roger the worrier were reared wrongly in a rural brewery.

To begin to toboggan first buy a toboggan, but don’t buy too big a toboggan. Too big a toboggan is too big a toboggan to buy to begin to toboggan.

Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie.

Sort three short sword sheaths.

Send toast to ten tense stout saints’ ten tall tents.

Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks.

I slit a sheet, a sheet I slit. Upon the slitted sheet I sit.

Shut up the shutters and sit in the shop.

If you must cross a course cross cow across a crowded cow crossing, cross the cross coarse cow across the crowded cow crossing carefully.