Tongue twisters: Say them three times!

Eleven benevolent elephants.  
She sees cheese.  
Six sticky skeletons.  
Truly rural.  
Pad kid poured curd pulled cod.  
Which witch is which?  
Willy’s real rear wheel.  
Six sleek swans swam swiftly southwards.  
Scissors sizzle, thistles sizzle.  
A happy hippo hopped and hiccupped                                                    
Cooks cook cupcakes quickly.  
Really leery, rarely Larry.  
Twelve twins twirled twelve twigs.  
A snake sneaks to seek a snack.  
Six Czech cricket critics.  
Blue bluebird.  
Red lorry, yellow lorry.  
Daddy Draws Doors.  
Three free throws.  
The big bug bit the little beetle.  
Friendly fleas and fireflies.  
Fresh fried fish. Specific Pacific.  
Fred fed Ted bread and Ted fed Fred bread.  
Betty’s big bunny bobbled by the blueberry bush.  
Six sticky skeletons.  
Green glass globes glow greenly.  
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t very fuzzy, was he?  
If a dog chews shoes, whose shoes does he choose?  
Rubber baby buggy bumpers.  
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  
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? He would chuck, he would, as much as he could, and chuck as much wood as a woodchuck would if a woodchuck could chuck wood.  
I scream, you scream, We all scream for ice cream.  
Betty Botter bought some butter but, said she, the butter’s bitter. If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter. But a bit of better butter will make my bitter batter better. So she bought some better butter, better than the bitter butter, put it in her bitter batter, made her bitter batter better. So ‘t was better Betty Botter bought some better butter.  
She sells seashells on the seashore. The shells she sells are seashells, I’m sure. And if she sells seashells on the seashore, Then I’m sure she sells seashore shells.  
Yally Bally had a jolly golliwog. Feeling folly, Yally Bally Bought his jolly golli’ a dollie made of holly! The golli’, feeling jolly, named the holly dollie, Polly. So Yally Bally’s jolly golli’s holly dollie Polly’s also jolly!  
Birdie birdie in the sky laid a turdie in my eye. If cows could fly I’d have a cow pie in my eye.  
How much ground would a groundhog hog, if a groundhog could hog ground? A groundhog would hog all the ground he could hog, if a groundhog could hog ground.  
Yellow butter, purple jelly, red jam, black bread. Spread it thick, say it quick! Yellow butter, purple jelly, red jam, black bread. Spread it thicker, say it quicker! Yellow butter, purple jelly, red jam, black bread.  
Don’t eat with your mouth full!  
I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, and on the slitted sheet I sit.  
She sells seashells by the seashore of Seychelles.  
“Surely Sylvia swims!” shrieked Sammy surprised. “Someone should show Sylvia some strokes so she shall not sink.”  
Selfish shellfish. (repeat it several times)  
Red lorry, yellow lorry.  
A really leery Larry rolls readily to the road.  
Rory’s lawn rake rarely rakes really right.  
Lucky rabbits like to cause a ruckus.  
I looked right at Larry’s rally and left in a hurry.  
Round and round the rugged rocks the ragged rascal ran.  
The thirty-three thieves thought that they thrilled the throne throughout Thursday.  
I thought a thought. But the thought I thought Wasn’t the thought I thought I thought. If the thought I thought I thought, Had been the thought I thought, I wouldn’t have thought I thought.  
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.    
Thirty-three thousand feathers on a thrushes throat.  
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! 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! A dull, dark dock, a life-long lock, A short, sharp shock, a big black block! To sit in solemn silence in a pestilential prison, And awaiting the sensation From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block!  
If you must cross a course cross cow across a crowded cow crossing, cross the cross coarse cow across the crowded cow crossing carefully.  
Brisk brave brigadiers brandished broad bright blades, blunderbusses, and bludgeons — balancing them badly.  
Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks.  
Can you can a canned can into an un-canned can like a canner can can a canned can into an un-canned can?  
Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie.  
Rory the warrior and Roger the worrier were reared wrongly in a rural brewery.  
Send toast to ten tense stout saints’ ten tall tents.  

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