I learned to tie a tie. The tie tried to tie me to Tye. Tye tickled the tie until the tie tied him to Timmy. Then Timmy and Tye tied up the tie and Trent tried to tickle a turning tide, but Tye tried two times and that’s why Timmy tapped the tie and tore his tooth. Then that tyrannosaur took Timmy to Thibodeau’s Taps and Togas, to test Trent’s turgid tool-tot, but Timmy’s tooth turned too loose and Tye tied up a tender and tried to drink his Tetley. Tye tightened his toga. Timmy tossed the tooth.
“Tye, this is a travesty,” said Timmy. “Take your toga and tackle the tie while tying the Tetley with tassles and twine. That takes time but twine always takes time, and twine will twirl around the tie if the tie tries to tie up Trent.”
And so Tye took the twine and the twine wrapped the tie and the tie tackled Trent while Trent talked to Timmy about Timmy’s talentless tooth. Transcendent tribulations tackled the tracks of Tye as Tye’s tantalizing twirling twined around the tie’s tremulous tailings. Terrible thoughts taught Tye that tying and twining are twinnings, and trying. Tuckered, testy Tye tossed the tie and the twine into Trent’s too-big eye. “Tick!” cried Trent. “Tallow tepid toasty trauma!”
“Take that,” said Tye, tossing another twine high. Timmy took the twine tangled with the tie and tied it to Tye’s t-shirt, then tenderly tugged the twine until twine was tangled with that. “Et-tu-tu Trenti? Truly?”
“Truly,” tottered Trent. “Tu-tus take tidbits of time.”
“Tu-tus take turns tumbling in the trash, Trent, and tu-tus tipple like triremes toppled by tornadoes in triple tradewinds trapped in tropics.”
“Typically true Tye, though tu-tus titillate teenagers touched by tiring tasks and tripped up by tangled togas. Also, tu-tus take take-out from thunderbolts traipsing like tomcats.”
“This is tantric,” said Timmy, tugging twine topped with tassles. “Tasty too. Talentless teeth truly take no trips towards Trent’s toga or taps, but taking a toga from Trent is like tying a tie on his t-shirt without trying. Tame tubas tail a tempest in Trent’s tattered tool-tot, that’s true – but tool-tots shatter and Trent’s tie tears it to tatters and the toga tattles on the terrible talents that Tye trades for tu-tus. Truly testy these togas and the taps flowing tankards, those trepidations tailing into tales of trailing trumpets. A tune takes the stage too tame for Tye or Tye’s thoughts of ties and takings with twine, but twine is not time and tempest tubas don’t try to tear togas from Trent’s truncated tool-tot!”
“Timmy. Take ten.” Tye turned to the tyrannosaur. “Take teeth too tall for Timmy and try to tie them with Timmy’s tongue, else tank Timmy’s teardrops and tuck Timmy in them.”
“That’s terribly tasteless,” said Trent, testing the tool-tot. “Tales take time like twine catches mimes, and mimes have trials tangled with togas and tides. Tubby tacky terrible Tye, try to tie twine twirling too high for twine to try the toga line, taking Timmy’s talentless tooth to task for truth and tyrannosaur’s toots. Take that Tye – and tie too, that tie totally too tied by Tye’s trippy tooth.”
“True tale?” asks Tye, tantalized by time. “Trollops take less time than lollipops layered in mimes covered in ties?”
“Truly,” tattles Timmy, tugging Trent’s tool-tot a lot.
“Tosser. Taster. Master. Baster. Top talents tape telecasts of taste-testing tyrannosaurs, so Timmy… Timmy, tackle Trent taking toga and tie and tying them with twine.”
“Okay,” said Timmy. “That’s that.” That’s a hat. Hat sits on that, but that gets fat, and fat’s a cat and Trent sat on a cat that’s fat. Trent trails the cat. Trent even fails that. Trent tries to vent. Trent pitches a tent. Trent, tool-tot bent, Trent terribly spent, that is truly that.
*that one line is true