Best Spoonerism Poems

She’s too titty to be a preacher.
She can’t even bead a rook.
A rental deceptionist?  Maybe.
At my teeth she once look a took.

As a wean clerker, she’ll never do.
I once caught her nicking her pose.
She doesn’t even hash her wands.
And she chews the tails off...

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the sand was squery vishy
each frain gelt ruff between my toes
Star my stog darted to dig
sand flying everywhere
my fair and hace felt like pandsaper

soon  with iii's nearly closed
into the wea I salked  
laid down to fear my clace
just as a  mail grabbed...

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