Short Spoonerisms Poems

Alliteration is awesome;
thanks to thee
it effortlessly erases evidence
of spoonerisms.

Spooky.



Written February 29th, 2016
For the Spoonerisms Contest hosted by Roy Jerden...

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His teacher said he was a ‘shining wit’
Little Jimmy was SO pleased
But when he told his mum and dad…
They could not be appeased!


(Think spoonerisms)


Jan Allison
8th April 2016...

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I asked my mom for help finding a poem
Like Miss M said.
(A poem containing neologisms, or spoonerisms, or a pun).
But try as we might, it just couldn’t be done.
We Googled.
We Read.
There was no poem that was fun.
So me and mum wrote this poem instead. 
My bum is the mest!
She passed this toetry pest....

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Starkle, starkle, little twink, 
"Who the hell are you?" I think. 
I'm not under what you'd call 
The alcofluence of incohol. 
I'm just a little slort of sheep, 
I'm not drunk like thinkle peep. 
It's true: I don't know quite who is me yet, 
(The drunker I stand here the longer I get!)
So give me one more fink to drill my cup, 
'Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up.

*Inspired by "Spoonerisms"...

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What a dunny say, think I'll dock the wogs
they're my curry funpanions, all the lay dong.
One is a lellow yab, the other a barge loxer
who fisses my kace, with slenty of plobber!

"Dood gay!" we say, as we droll sound the street
grappily heating the polks that we feet.
Many smolks file, as we balk why
linging out sound, under bunny slue skies.



Written on 3/4/2016
Spoonerisms Poem...

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Penning wrangled mime
and wared out of my skits,
I’m poked in serspiration,
My mind’s in fisted twits.

It’s not the way I spike to leak;
I’ve turned to try it down.
Still I'm rilled with florious grime,
so nothing dings me brown.

We poets are a lazy crot,
voiling with turds and worse.
Roping with the fools of corm,
dinditions so reverse.

A hong lot toke in the sub
might dude me a girl of wood.
Or how about a bun at the reach?
Well, I can’t wet a gay, but I should....

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