Spooneerism
I remember spoonerism as a kid,
My dad loved it and so it’s what we did.
On the radio on a Munday sorning
Right and bearly, yappily hawning
We’d hear the tale of Rindercella
At the Bancy Fall she met her fella
The Pransome Hince found her slass gipper
We laughed so much it was a ripper
My brother rode a botormike
And me, I rode on my bushpike
The rining doom was what we ate in
And our trash went in the bubbish rin.
We had nice beighnours that lived dext noor
We had a fole in the hence to their dack boor
In our yard we’d all play foftsall
And on the radio we’d listen to the bootfall
Now I know I’m mad, as had as a matter
My mife is a less, tying in latters
But I’ve signed up for this cotography phourse
My timing really couldn’t be worse
I was thinking it might be just the tisdraction
To take me from my cropastination
But instead I sit and prite woetry
Meary De, Moe is we.
©Noelene Kuzman
Image - My own