Tongue-Twisters

I'm not a pheasant plucker, I'm a pheasant plucker's son.
And I'll go on plucking pheasants 'till the pheasants plucking's done.
'Tis a very pleasant trade, from morn 'till set of sun.
So come and pluck some pheasants, cos pheasant plucking's fun!

The gauntlet has been thrown!

OK try the limerick Song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ei68YJe-nA0

Poker

You tube just doesn't work on android sometimes. All the words on that and some other videos comes out as if your playing a 45 at 33. (Which should confuse the kiddies).

Shut up the shutters and sit in the shop.
Short and simple but difficult if repeated rapidly.

An ad for a beverage using the song "She loves a Dickens Cider", goes on for a few minutes.

TWEETY TWEETS ON TWITTER

Tweety wasa tweetin-ana-cheatin' on Twitter. Twitter got a tweet and the chit hit the chitter. His is the tweet that Tweety should'na twittered...

I tawt I taw a puddy twat.
I tawt the puddy twat was hot.
I tawt I'd twat the puddy twat.
I tawt the tawt was hot, to twat the twat I tawt I taw and twat the twat I twat.
I twat the twat I had a tawt.
I twat the twat to tweet the tawt.
I tawt the tawt was tweet and twat the tweet was twat.
I tawt the tawt I tawt, to twat the twat I twat, begat a twat I'd get the twat, from the twat I twat, a lot.

Tweety was a legendary biddie who liked to twat wit the kitty.
Twitter was a twatter named Twitter who left her twits wit' a sitter.
Tweety met a twat name Twitter; married. She bore him a litter.
Tweety was a twitter wit' a name who twiddled with Twitter as a game
With the twat that was twit blew his seed on a chick twattin' with the same name.
Tweety left cookies of his twatter, Twitter saw the crumbs of the matter.
Laying where Tweety had sat, there a tit here a tit there a tat
Came and sat Twitter bored but now bitter cause she saw a twat that was twat.
Lost now in misery viewing Tweety's history Twitter swore tit for tat.
Once while sittin' and gellin' Twitter spot another from it's spellin'
Stopped with the knit and picked at the twit and smarted with a jump and yellin'
Revenge she swore she'd get, eatin' crumbs she swore and spat
Hissing her fits while she lay, sat on her egg in the hay.
Thinkin' while sittin' how to catch a twit twittin' it came to her bright as day.
Epiph'ny! What could she say, a trick egg was what she'd lay.
Tweety not make out the twat. 'Twooked not the same from the shot.
Tweety did not know it as the thatch was devoid. Twitter had groomed it a lot.
Next time twittin', Tweety was sittin, on an Easter egg Twitter had lay.
Scorned she swore it would work, to help she'd throw in a twerk.
The jerk was grinnin' the twerk was winnin' and the egg was hatched on the hay.
Proof was all that would matter plenty was left from the splatter.
Tweety had left all the proof, that a tweeter would always goof.
Tweety sat down on his spot, twittin' to see what was twat.
Was the tweet what he got what he sot?
Never was a tweet ever not...

Tweety,
I tawt the twit I got was the worse one of the lot.
I tawt one day a puddy tawt. How the twit would soon be caught.
I took the twat you got and tweeted it a lot.
The twat I got from the tweeted twat 'twas a twat that's hot-to-trot.
A many twits I sot. A many twits it wrot.
'Mongst all the twits I oughta got was one I shoulda not.
The puddy twat you tawt you taw... You did, you did see a puuudy twat.
I tawta that puddy twat to thwart the twit that twat.
I tawt you'd twit that twat. Was a twat you twit a lot.
'Twas the twat once got in a parking lot, married and bore a twot.
The twat you 'used' to get a lot is a twat I'd rather rot than to twat a twit that's a rottener twat than the 'new' he thought he got.
Alas! I got a puddy tawt to get a bigger twat.
From all the twits that get in Twitter... my twat's no longer bitter. —Twitter

Everyone knows as the story is told what Tweety was tryin' to do.
Tweety was told from a tweet of old, if you twit you'll reap what you sew.
But it is fact if you care 'bout that when asked why Tweety twat.
I tawt I taw what I tawt I taw and I tawt I taw a puddy cat.
Tweety signed off of twitter and Tweety no longer twat.
What Tweety tawt was a puddy cat was just a puddy twat.
Though I'm his kin the yellow hen
This story I've told is true.
That twit he twat that day is one he'll always rue.
He had a twat he tawt was hot, in fact the twat he had wu'nt twat.

Moral of the rhyme...
A bird in the hand is better than a twat in the bush?
Maybe baby got twat?
Always tink before you twat is what I think I got!
—cthia



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Grabthar's Hammer,
The gauntlet had been thrown.
I pulled it from the stone.
I wield, I yell, I own!

For 'Tweety Tweets on Twitter' I was looking for a place to post it. Thanks for supplying that.

-cthia

140 character limit.

Tattle Tale told Timmy Tommy told Tina Toby took turns touching Tara.

Great admirals don't make wars great, bad admirals make great admirals' wars great.
-cthia

WARNING:
Do not try this at home. Go to your nearest psychiatric ward before attempting.

In case of attempted hari kari, do not cease to exist.
The author cthia in no way offers comfort, cash or cookies if you succeed or fail.

Remember to never attempt hari kari level tongue twisters without the express written permission of a licensed tongue untwister, or without close supervision of said licensed untwistologist. The tongue may become so twisted you'll never enjoy french kissing again.

This one kicks ass and takes names.
Don't much even think about trying to say it fast.
I can't even get thru it slowly, and I made it up! Gees!

It runs amok. And gets you going in a rhythm and pattern then boom. Like driving in a 70 mph zone and suddenly running smack dab into a speed trap! A tricky trap!

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Coonts can't carry corn 'cause Kandi can't carry Carrie 'cause Carrie can't carry Coonts 'cause Coonts can't kick Cotton 'cause Cotton can't carry Carnie cause Carnie can't carry Cooty 'cause Cooty can't carry Katie 'cause Katie can't carry Cush 'cause Cush can't cut Corny Kooky Cookie Cobbler cooking cutting costs 'cause Coonts can't kiss cunning Connie Cuda Kooky Candy.
-cthia

Great admirals don't make wars great, bad admirals make great admirals' wars great.
-cthia

simple
I'm not a fig plucker
I'm a fig plucker's son
But I can pluck figs
Til the fig plucker comes