Poetry

Tongue twister 1

A whitened warren is warding as wiles.

A tightened tryst, retarding as tiles.   


A rendered road is ringed and wronged. 

A tendered toad, it’s tinged and tonged. 


A wronging reigns, where renters’ rallies riot.  

A donging deigns, where denture’s dallies diet. 


A stubborn stain, it stores its stark for slacks. 

This cub born Cain, it cores a cork of cakes. 


This menial’s mother, she martyrs the mort, and in minors

This senile’s smother. She satires the sorted in sinners. 


Some cranky cats, they cop this culling’s crying cavers. 

And lanky lats, they lop their lulling lying lavers. 


For washing and wishing, is warrant in welcome for winters. 

This dashing and dishing, this torrent is talcum to tinters. 


This damper, it’s dander, it’s doting, its dapper

This tamper takes tender type toting, a tapper.  


For frosting has  flaking, some ferns are a flouncy, they ferried the founded. 

And  boasting has backing, their burns are a bouncy, they buried the bounded.


The winters, they wend in a waltz through the wrong. 

And splinters, they send as their salts to that song.