Shel sells sea shells by the sea shore
She should sell shells by the scale or the score
And Shel’s slitted sheet on which she sits
Has shelved Shel’s plans as she sees fit.

Poor Peter Piper’s peck of pickled peppers
Per Peter’s pleated paper, picked for practiced stair-steppers
Perished by the plateful, plucked and polished off sans spice
When the purple people eaters purchased plenty at half price.

And all the chucked wood Chuck’s woodchucks would chuck
Though cheap and chippy choppers, he soon came up without luck
And in sudden quick stampede they unimpeded smashed the stock
Leaving Chuck and Shel and Peter on a dull dark dock.

The wild woodchucks roam the woods and waters
Peter’s pals have pushed him to explore
Chuck has chosen: move to Massachusetts
And Shel sells sea shells by the shore no more.

Part of Poem-a-day 2012. Title donated by Jess J.

This entry was posted on September 28, 2012 and is filed under Creativity. Tags: Poetry, Tongue twister, Poem-a-day 2012