Here are some tongue twisters I just kind of remember...
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What a to-do to die today, at a minute or two to two; a thing distinctly hard to say, but harder still to do. We'll beat a tattoo, at a quarter to two with a rat-tat-tat- tat-tat-tat- tat-tat-tattoo, and the dragon will come when he hears the drum at a quarter til two to two today, at a quarter to two til two.
Whether the weather be cold, whether the weather be hot, we'll be together whatever the weather, whether we like it or not.
Ninety-nine nuns in an Indianna nunnery.
Many mild monks in a Minnesota monastery.
Six sloths sip broth, six sloths sip broth.
Give me the gift of a grip-top sock, a clip drape shipshape tip-top sock-- Not your spinslick slapstick slipshod stock, but a plastic, elastic grip-top sock. None of your fantastic slack swap slop from a slapdash flash cash haberdash shop; Not a knickknack knitlock knock-kneed knickerbocker sock with a mock-shot blob-mottled trick-ticker top clock; Not a rucked up, puckered up, flop top sock, nor a super-sheer seersucker rucksack sock; Not a spot-speckled frog-freckled cheap sheik's sock off a hodgepodge moss-blotched scotch-botched block; Nothing slipshod, drip drop, flip flop, or glip glop; Tip me to a tip-top grip-top sock.
All I want is a proper cup of coffee made in a proper copper coffee pot. I may be off my dot, but I want a cup of coffee from a proper copper pot. Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots, they are no use to me. If I can't have a proper cup of coffee from a proper copper pot, than I'll have a cup of tea.
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, a peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
She sells seashells by the seashore. The shells she sells are seashells, I'm sure. For if she sells seashells on the seashore, then I am sure that she sells sea shore shells.