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).