A skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump stunk, but the stump thunk the skunk stunk.Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks.How many sheets could a sheet-slitter slit if a sheet-slitter could slit sheets?.But did my neat knickers but need to be kneed, I then should have need of your needles indeed.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 on a big black block.The skunk thought the stump stunk What stunk the skunk or the stump? Now they’re fishing the fissure for Fisher. Till a fish with a grin, pulled the fisherman in. There was a fisherman named Fisher, who fished for some fish in a fissure.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.Send toast to ten tense stout saints’ ten tall tents.Roberta ran rings around the Roman ruins.

She stood on the balcony, inexplicably mimicking him hiccuping, and amicably welcoming him in.

I slit a sheet a sheet