As I toy with sounds, I create many orphans.

May Mae’s maize mature in May? Maybe it may, Mabel.

What of Bach’s box of beer bocks?

Moxy Mattox, approximately at Appomattox,

Pick-pocketed a poxy pocket.

Rickey’s rickets tricked his crickets.

“A stack of tacks?” cracked the cats.

I might sack said cats.

Attack tack stacks, cats, or scat!

Shaddai was at ‘im (Adam’s atoms).