Science of Speaking

Hear are a few of our favorite long-form tongue twisters:

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.

Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
With barest wrists and stoutest boasts,
He thrusts his fists against the posts,
And still insists he sees the ghosts.

What a to-do to die today
At a minute or two til two.
A distinctly difficult thing to say
But harder still to do.
For they'll beat a tattoo at a twenty til two
With a rat-tata-tat-tata-tat-tata-too,
And the dragon will come when he hears the drum
At a minute of two til two today,
At a minute or two til two.

Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
But Moses supposes erroneously.
For nobody's toeses are posies or roses,
As Moses supposes his toeses to be.

She stood upon the balcony,
mimicking him hiccuping,
whilst amicably welcoming him in.

You know New York,
You need New York,
You know you need unique New York.