Happy National Tongue Twister Day!


I scoured the internet for the very best, most tongue-twisting phrases! No Sally sells seashells or Wood Peckers pecking wood here! Only the toughest twisters to challenge my readers’ tongues! Read aloud and laugh at yourselves!

Surely Shirley shall sell Sheila’s seashells by the seashore.

Which witch wishes to switch a witch wristwatch for a Swiss wristwatch?

The skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump stunk, but the stump thunk the skunk stunk.

The sick sixth Sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick.

Growing gray goats graze great green grassy groves.

Betty better butter Brad’s bread.

Betty Botter bought some butter,
“But,” she said, “this butter’s bitter.
If I bake this bitter butter,
It will make my batter bitter.
But a bit of better butter –
That would make my batter better.”
So she bought a bit of butter,
Better than her bitter butter,
And she baked it in her batter,
And the batter was not bitter.
So ’twas better Betty Botter
Bought a bit of better butter.

If one doctor doctors another doctor, does the doctor who doctors the doctor doctor the doctor the way the doctor he is doctoring doctors? Or does he doctor the doctor the way the doctor who doctors doctors?

I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, and on the slitted sheet I sit.

Lesser leather never weathered wetter weather better.

Mr. See owned a saw.
And Mr. Soar owned a seesaw.
Now See’s saw sawed Soar’s seesaw
Before Soar saw See,
Which made Soar sore.
Had Soar seen See’s saw
Before See sawed Soar’s seesaw,
See’s saw would not have sawed
Soar’s seesaw.
So See’s saw sawed Soar’s seesaw.
But it was sad to see Soar so sore
Just because See’s saw sawed
Soar’s seesaw!

Sarah saw a shot-silk sash shop full of shot-silk sashes as the sunshine shone on the side of the shot-silk sash shop.

Sixish. Sixish. Sixish.

And now in French! (Feel free to skip, or pronounce in a funny accent)

As-tu vu le tutu de tulle de Lili d’Honolulu?

Un dragon gradé dégrade un gradé dragon.

Toto a sauté du bateau trop tôt!

Il était une fois, dans la ville de Foix, un homme de foi qui cendait du foie qui dit: Il fait trop noir sur ce trottoir, bonsoir.

L’huile de ces huit huiliers huile l’ouie de l’huissier.

Il faut fair attention à sa diction quand on lit les sections de la constitution.

Il a gagné une baignoire en signant son nom pour une campagne de produits espagnols.

Pauvre petit pêcheur, prend patience pour pouvoir prendre plusieurs petits poissons.

Cinq chiens chassent six chats.

Un pâtissier qui pâtissait chez un tapissier qui tapissait, dit un jour au tapissier qui tapissait: vaut-il mieux pâtisser chez un tapissier qui tapisse ou tapisser chez un pâtissier qui pâtisse?

As tu été à Tahiti?

Je suis ce que je suis et si je suis ce que je suis, qu’est-ce que je suis?



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