The /a/ is first and has a thirst for vintage “Ah!” and mad “Aha!”
“Look at me,” shout super /iː/ “Whoopee! I’m beep, receipt, feat and belief; I’m ‘Oh, baby!’, superb ‘Very!’, I am the sound of happy /iː/!”
In /i/ or /aɪ/ we all begin to win and whine and sin and sign, a malign twin, sublime chagrin.
Unfortunately, all do not know the amazing power of wonder /oʊ/ in super-fabulistic, “No!”
/juː/ represents the U-of-You and your advanced, mature “Mon dieu.”
/p/ is like me, it can be crass or passenger in the first-class.
We and /t/, both tote the tiny, timely, tawdry breath of life.
The common tongue well knows the /k/ in key and car, but in rojo and rumba a fancy tongue is found in /r/.
“What is marine, quite often seen, a lovers dream — its /m/,” I scream!
/n/’s as common and as wanton as is Nitrogen.
Letters are promiscuous, phonemes unambiguous.
Modern Thought Proverbs, Aphorisms and Epigrams 