Morphemics

Ten years ago, while sitting in a basement in Michigan with nothing but a dictionary to read, I began thinking, perhaps a bit too much, about the letter "S"

Serenely sitting sipping sodas, seventy sinister savages said, "Sooth, Sir Samson, shall she surely sleep so soundly, snoring so? Shouldn't someone, shrill sounds screaming, stop such selfish slumberings? Supper's slowly seeping savor, shan't she serve some somewhat soon? Studies show such sluggish service soon shall see some stomachs svelt. Soon surrounding such subordinates, skinny shapes shall skeletal seem. Shall such stigmas stick so strongly? Shall she see some stultified, sallow, sunken, sapless, shrivelled, salivating, smelling sop? Surely sir, such stupefaction shan't successive strokes subjoin?"

Said Sir Samson, "Stop such sayings, scanty, scabious scalawags. Something slightly saponaceous seriously sinister savages scrubbing soon shall see some soundly sleeping servant serve some salted soup."

Seventy scoured scholars slurping soup slurp such sardonically- saddened so since such satiety seems somehow somniferous.