Six thick thistle sticks.

Six thick thistle sticks.

Six thick thistle sticks.

Betty Botter bought some butter

But she said 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 batter better
So ‘twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter

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

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?

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.

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!
Very Berry

Berry is called “Very Berry” because he is considered the best bet for a vet and brightest baseball
veteran in the big country of Belgium. Aside from spending time with bunnies, very Berry is also fond of
baseball bats and balls. His villa has a basement with a vault full of balls. Very Berry is also fond of
collecting bats in a vat. He and his best buddy bubbly Ver bowed their vow never to vie to buy baseball
bats and balls anymore.

The Throng of Thermometers

The throng of thermometers from the Thuringian ThermometerFolks arrived on Thursday.There were a
thousand thirty-three thick thermometers, though,instead of a thousand thirty-sixthin thermometers,
which was three thermometers fewer thanthe thousand thirty-six we wereexpecting, not to mention
that they were thick ones rather thanthin ones. We thoroughlythought that we had ordered a thousand
thirty-six, not athousand thirty-three, thermometers, andasked the Thuringian Thermometer Folks to
reship thethermometers; thin, not thick. Theyapologized for sending only a thousand thirty-three
thermometersrather than a thousand thirty sixand promised to replace the thick thermometers with
thinthermometers.

Perry the Fat Pink Fairy

Perry, a fat pink fairy who lives in Fantasyland, and his pet Paul, a pig that is frighteningly full of fur,
went to visit Perry’s paternal grandfather fairy. The grandfather fairy was praying when fat pink Perry
and furry Paul arrived. Fat pink Perry noticed a pail on a plank parallel to grandfather fairy’s favorite
praying position. He pulled the pail that was full of paint but the pail fell on grandfather fairy’s frayed
feathery pants. Fat pink Perry and furry Paul were full of fright when grandfather fairy stood and pushed
the pail away. Grandfather fairy’s face frowned and pointed his finger towards the pale pink pantry. The
frightened fat pink Perry proceeded only to find out that grandfather fairy was pretending to be praying.
Fat pink Perry’s family were all there. Papa Frey, fat pink Perry’s father, hugged fat pink Perry and
greeted him “Happy Fourth Birthday”. Fat pink Perry was no longer frightened. Fat pink Perry was so
pleased to find out that his family were there to party with him on his fun-filled fourth birthday!