My Sister Kisses Thistles

A Tongue Twister

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My sister kisses thistles
she’s a thistle kissing sis,
thus a thistle’s itchy bristles
never miss my sister’s kiss.

My sister wishes thistles
weren’t as itchy to the kiss,
as the thistle’s bristles itches
make my prissy sister hiss.

My sister’s hisses whistle
as she kisses with a swish,
so my sister kisses thistles
with a thistle whistle wish.

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Reading Level: Grade 6

 


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