As the tongue trips, consonants drip,
defaming dubious dissertations.
From a stated slate, the mouth slams,
ringing with righteous radical restitution.
Guns, thugs and gangsters run street corners
with syndicated sixth sense semantics.
As all the kings men contend to win,
graciously gambling a gregarious game.
Infant and archaic souls constrained
within contention, contained and
constantly circling, careful, but caring.
Suffering defeat, deafened by many among
the masses, dereliction, destitution,
destruction becomes distraction.
Free from fictitious foundations, enriched
minds reformulate, refocus to reclaim renewed
renovation and at last, redemption.
~This was my attempt at a Tongue Twister. Sadly, I can't seem to force myself to be silly enough to truly make this work.~ *sigh*
A Tongue Twister poem is made up of lines/verses that are hard to say when read aloud by using similar consonant sounds in succession (use of alliteration). In other words, the poem ties your tongue into knots. This form does not require end or internal rhyme
