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Portmanteaus Scroup

Greu has turned the color of my plarn So I’ll just knit a legock for my child. While getting up I trip upon my hornicorn It makes me ridast through my small famoom. My son comes in and loosh at my folly, He’s sure his mom has gone a bit crazoo. Then glares at me delivering his snark, By asking which of us is the matune. Greu, plarn and snark from list My words: Scroup: scrambled-soup Legock: legging-sock Ridast: ride-fast Famoom: family-room Loosh: looked-shocked Crazoo: crazy- cuckoo Matune: mature-one Other: Hornicorn: horse-unicorn Brenda Meier-Hans 27.08.2014 HM

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Roy Jerden

Date: 9/4/2014 7:06:00 AM

Good one! I liked crazoo. I would have made loosh perhaps shlooks instead. Congratulations! Cheers, Roy

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 9/4/2014 1:38:00 PM

Thanks Roy. I love crazoo and mature.

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 9/4/2014 6:44:00 AM

Congrats on the win, Brendathe win, Brenda

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 9/4/2014 1:33:00 PM

Thank you Dr Mehta.

Earl Schumacker

Date: 9/4/2014 4:48:00 AM

Good morning Brenda, You took the contest to a whole new level by adding so many of your own creations to this jungle of already warped words. There is an Interesting linguistics and imagination evident in your work. It has merit. You should have ranked higher. Have a great day. Earl

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 9/4/2014 1:30:00 PM

Thanks for such a nice complement Earl but its good we all have different tastes.