(I’m switching it up with a tall tale – envision your own pictures!)
Thelma’s thyroid throbbed in her throat as she twisted her trusty thoroughbred, Thunderbolt, through the thick and thorny thicket while she tapped her tambourine against her tattoo of a tadpole on her torso to the time of a Texas tap-dance featuring Tommy Toledo’s toms toms and tree surgeon Tonia’s translucent tubas.
Meanwhile, back in the Taiwan tundra, there was no trace of the town tennis tournament and team tea party which had taken place on Thanksgiving. Only thirty tender and tough turkeys dressed in ten Turkish towels were tumbled on the tinted table top. The Thanksgiving treasure had consisted of tangerines, tarts, tidbits of tangled toad legs, toast, tangy taffy, thawed thighs of twenty tasty, tricky, twittering tweeties and tequila. How tantalizing!
After the tiny time of togetherness, Thelma’s triplets, TeTe, ToTo, and TaTa along with their cousins, HeHe, HoHo, HaHa, were trying tripods on the trampoline while in a toxic trance, their tweeded trousers all in a twirl.
But all in a twinkle, TeTe’s turquoise tutu had a typical twitch which tickled her twinging tumor, causing a twang of a tremor. While TeTe was in this terrible turmoil, ToTo took a wrong turn on the traditional turnpike riding a turtle through Toronto.
He ended up in Tokyo in a tan Toyota. There he tripped onto a timeless traffic torment of tanks, trucks, taxis and tricycles. TaTa was tired of all the trouble and tension. She threw up!
Thelma took a tailspin! Tough Tomatoes!
Tune in for another thrilling thought tomorrow.
Donum of Visum 