Well first off, I had a stupid tongue-twister on my mind all morning. Darned shows for babies did one and my niece loved it, but that just goes to prove she's not yet a year. Tongue twisters can be fun, for about two seconds, after that they can get quite annoying. At least how that's how I see them. So, what do I do? Of course, I write a monstrosity of a tongue twister. I'm pretty sure it tells a tale, at least it was doing that in my mind while writing, sitting there "now what's a word that means this, but starts with a T." LOL.
Anyhow- I'm sure you'll all be pleased to know, I do believe I got the twister bug out from inside of me:)
10-24-2011 Victoria is hosting a Monday Morning Writing Prompt today and the topic is on Alliteration. I do realize that this piece is a bit on the extreme side of the topic, and perhaps it's a good example of how a little alliteration is pleasing to the tongue, but a little too much, while at first might be fun, is also a bit frazzling as well:) Anyhow I had posted this twelve days ago and thought it would be nice to drop in something a bit different.
10-24-2011 Victoria is hosting a Monday Morning Writing Prompt today and the topic is on Alliteration. I do realize that this piece is a bit on the extreme side of the topic, and perhaps it's a good example of how a little alliteration is pleasing to the tongue, but a little too much, while at first might be fun, is also a bit frazzling as well:) Anyhow I had posted this twelve days ago and thought it would be nice to drop in something a bit different.
Tout
Tautologies taught tightly to,
Three
terrible teens thrice turned through,
Traps,
tricks, tragedies tossed ‘til torn,
Troubled
thoughts tease tired trails,
Tranquilly
taking tries in teams,
Trivially
talking, tasked to trip,
Tranquility
through transcendent tomes turned torte,
Tartly
twinkling teeny tots, toiling toward terrain too treacherous to train, thinking
a tad too tragic to think as trained,
Totals
of the total totality twirled and spun,
Tracking
tricksters tresses torn to tree, tightly tugging at their topical tenacity,
trading tomorrow for today, toasting the treats of town, taking the tokens to
the trail of tears, toking tokes taken by thieves, tossing the turbines to the
trees, tossing the tenseness to it’s toes, towing the tract of tacks, taxed in
trillions, a tragedy tracked through topological talisman twiddling thumbs, to
the tune of three triangles tinny notes.
Terror talks in tongues twisting ‘til trebles tend to telltale tics
thought stale. Tell the truth. Take the test. The tangibility of tangency,
tangential to the tactile touch, teases the truancy tended to by truants and
teachers, traveling thoughts atop the toddler tongue. Too, too tricky, this thrifty tic told text,
taking t’s to task, taking the thermometer’s taste-tread tones to town.
Tomorrow the tomorrow trails, today the today turns tail.
