Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
With stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,
He thrusts his fist against the posts
And still insists he sees the ghosts.
~ Unknown by me
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A skunk sat on a stump
and thunk the stump stunk,
but the stump thunk the skunk stunk.
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Six slippery snails, slid slowly seaward.
Do you have a tongue twister to share?
Grannymar 
I slit a sheet, a sheet I slit. How many sheets did I slit?
When I untwist my tongue, it might say one!
Not exactly.
How about a limerick I wrote awhile back which also applies to tongue twisters:
There’s something fun about limericks
Especially those that boast gimmericks
They make us smile
And ponder awhile
On the sleight of tongue trickericks
Thanks for sharing, GM.
Limerick. I spent a few days there about two years ago. It is at the mouth of the Shannon River on the West Coast of Ireland!
Nancy, I love your gimmericking and trickericking, they give the tongue plenty of exercise. 😀
Thanks, GM. It seemed to tie in nicely. You’re garnering a great collection here.
Yes, Nancy. There are a few I had not heard before.
Shep Schwab shopped at Scott’s Schnapps shop;
One shot of Scott’s Schnapps stopped Schwab’s watch
Celia, best tried before tippling on the Schnapps, I think.
Absolutely!
The pheasant plucker one has been done to death, so I wouldn’t even go there….
Any others?
The Leith Police dismisseth us has also been flogged mercilessly.
She sells seashells on the seashore,
The shells she sells are seashells, I’m sure,
For if she sells seashells on the seachore,
Then I’m sure she sells seashore shells.
Col, the second one was a favourite of my mother.
It figures!
I can still see her at the ironing board, teaching us each new line!
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Nick, What is the next line?
I’m not feeling too clever today, but I’m sure to think of one later. On the other hand there is always ‘Peter Piper picked a peck of Pickled Peppers,’ as mentioned by others.
Not a tongue twister, but how about this:
‘ As I was going to Saint Ives, I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks and each sack held seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits.
Kits, cats, sacks and wives, how many going to Saint Ives?.
Dianne, what a memory jog. I have not heard that Saint Ives rhyme for years.
I love the Saint Ives one too! It twists the tongue AND boggles the mind.
Yes, it does. Mind you all those cats and kittens… I could never work out how many there were altogether!
I saw your comment to Debra about how you celebrated Halloween:
“We ate colcannon, apple pie and barmbrack.”
I love colcannon and apple pie, but never heard of barmbrack before ~ so I googled it. And now I want some. After I’m finished with my slice of Pineapple cake. 😀
Nancy, we had a whole ritual to the barmbrack, maybe I should write about it!
Yes, please!
working on it in my head at the moment!
Nancy, barmbrack is done, dusted and live! Enjoy!