Some phrases just roll off the tongue. I like “rolled oats” because of the long “O” in both words. In fact it inspired me to see if I could extend it. This is good practice for poets since the sounds of words in poetry is so important. Here’s mine. You try one too.
Lonesome Jones owns forty glorious rolled oat stores for those poor bores ordering s’mores.
Ann Linquist Writes 
Old ghosts told soldiers bold moments form only lonely widows
The purely surely gentleman sat in the hovering, smothering fog, contentedly stroking his puppy’s belly while telling tall tales of life on the bogs.
Stu took Uber, Irvin drove drunk.
The groom will soon sweep the room with a broom so he and his bride can have their honeymoon.
Lush mushrooms shiver in douche
A shy shrew with short eyelashes
Polishes off the scrumptious dish.
Does alliteration qualify? Lucy Leland lingered on the lawn of the last house in the lane, hoping to learn the last name of the lad who sent her the love note.
Went to Schenectady
For an appendectomy
Guy lying next to me
Said that surgeon wreckta me
Friend came running, saying
Why you texting me?
I said, please, buddy, get me
Outta Schenectady !
I absolutely love this !
Thanks!
“Asia, eh?” said the Canadian who
had enough of all things East.
Why Hong Kong is just an island
in an ocean of cavalier omission
where you find ‘shoddy’ to be ubiquitous.
April renamed Jane’s plain kale paté baby hay bales.
Re-worked this a bit to be be closer (I think) to the intent of the prompt.
“Asia, eh?” the Canadian’s woe
He’d had enough “East” to last.
S’why I sell high when I buy low
opined O’Shay, late of Cork
A jaundiced view that you knew to be true
if you traded your stock in New York
I have nothing for “and sometimes Y”