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Shelley was a dab hand at making choux buns.
The perky Matron unveiled her secret stash of lint.
The toucan showed off his quickstep
Back home the kohlrabi were in open rebellion
The cockerel did not stop moving to the funky, funky beat
A speck of varnish on the Caesar salad
The oranges are cut into mathematically perfect quarters
Reversing the caravan of Eccles Cakes
Cauliflowers on the precipice of perception
Blanched celery makes poor insulation
The Corpulent Corporation had co-operative corpuscles
“Tonsure not tonsils” screeched the enraged Benedictine
“There are no onions” exclaimed the chef “we must use deck quoits”.
Stealthily, Leonora edged towards the mushroom.
“How does ‘Quibble, bibble, curd and tribble’ sound?” asked Shakespeare
“Move those eggs to the left” insisted the chartered surveyor
“Application is the only way” insisted the pharmacist
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