If you’ve already mastered the NBC radio announcer test that I posted earlier, then here’s a new one for you to wrap your tongue around:
Penelope Cholmondely raised her azure eyes from the crabbed scenario. She meandered among the congeries of her memoirs. There was the Kinetic Algernon, a choleric artificer of icons and triptychs, who wanted to write a trilogy. For years she had stifled her risibilities with dour moods. His asthma caused him to sough like the zephyrs among the tamarack.
(A very special thanks to Gary H. for sending this one to me! 😀 )