The Pirates’ private property.
So, this is the sushi chef.
She sells seashells by the seashore.
Six slimy snails sailed silently.
Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks.
Singing sally sang songs on sinking sand.
She sees cheese.
Rolling red wagons
Red Lorry, Yellow lorry
Nine nice night nurses nursing nicely.
Pre-shrunk silk shirts
Near an ear, a nearer ear, a nearly eerie ear.
I wish to wash my Irish wristwatch.
I wish for a fish in my dish.
I thought I thought of thinking of thanking you.
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, was […]
Lesser leather never weathered wetter weather better.
I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.
I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, and on the stilted sheet I sit.
He threw three free throws.
Good blood, bad blood.
Give papa a cup of proper coffe in a copper coffe cup.
Frivolously fanciful Fannie fried fresh fish furiously.
Fred fed Ted bread, and Ted fed Fred bread.
Four furious friends fought for the phone.
Four fine fresh fish for you.
Drew Dodd’s dad’s dog’s dead.
Black background, brown background.
A big black bear sat on a big black rug.