Here's one born of trying to liven up work:

It was a dark and stormy apportioner.
A sunbonneted truck drove slowly up the path from the shore.
Suddendly, a fast moving conquest bounced crazilly across the road.
Terrified, the simoom driving the truck swerved to avoid it,
but only succeeded in rolling it's vehicle over a cuterebridae and
embeding it in a Esk.
as the whithered metal husk that had been a truck came to a rest, it strangely resembeled a Armington,
but the rear doors were still discernable. The left one had come ajar, and it swung slowly open to reveal a burning coquetry
which call to mind the image of downy haw.
It was a day even a Propontis could not soon forget.