Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers previously picked by Pepe. Pepe put the precious pickled peppers precisely in his pouch. Peter pulled a pistol from his pants pocket and put it to Pepe's pupil. Poor Pepe peed his purple pants and palpitated profusely. Peter popped Pepe's peppers into his pepper picking purse and proceeded to prance off into the prairie. Peter penned a pine on picking peppers, but people have postulated as to the present placement of the precarious peppers. Perhaps people perceive the pompous personality of Peter behind his precocious pepper pocket picking plot, but the patriarchal pedagogy places people of Pepe's pigment on the poop pile.

Say that five times fast.