This is a little tongue-twister composed by my daughter and me today while having dinner.
The hare of the heart
in the hair on the head
had a ham in the hand
and went home with a hen.
What in hell did they hum?
Did they hiss in the hall?
No, the hen and the hare
with the heart on the head
didn’t hum in the hall
neither hissed in their home.
They ate ham with no hate,
seeing the hill from their house,
while the hare with her hip
rolled a hose with a hop.