This
Those
These
That
Stick your tongue
Between the slat
Of your teeth
Those pearly whites,
Say it, spray it,
Cling your tongue tight,

Then push it against
The top of those teeth,
Get the thick tongue
Up off its seat.

If you shove
Your tongue enough,
It might knock
Your head back some,
That’s okay,
You’ve got the knack,
Keep practicing
‘Til it’s down pat.

Say these sentences
With a friend
Down a path
Where you both blend.

Through the woods,
Then the creek
Thistles won’t tickle you
On the cheek,

They would rather,
Think and gather,
By those knees,
Thick as thieves.

They bathe me in
Fake thorns so thin.
I thanked my brother,
For calling our mother.

Say it now and say it proud,
These and those
They and thou,
The and there
Then and how
Did we do it
In three seconds flat?
Or was it just a fifth of that?
I think my math needs a little hat,
Or how about a thinking cap?

Here’s another one for you
A clever little ditty-doo.

I wonder if the moth beneath
Is stealthy enough to fly so free.

That then, there,
I think this thought
Is bathing in
The Earth’s big pot
Of truth and birth,
A frothy broth.
Oh finally, finally,
We freed the sloth.

If thou hath bathed
The filth from thee,
Then thou must oath
To doeth the deed
Of working on the T-H sound,
To talk clear to others
That hang around.