There are various versions of this spoonerism story going back to the 1930's. Probably the best known was done by Archie Campbell on an American TV show called Hee-Haw. I am posting it as an example because of the contest entries I have received, only one about a car (and it's awesome) got the idea. If you write out a spoonerism it should be comprehensible. Just switching letters around won't work. You must make it phonetic, ideally producing some of the new words as real words rather than nonsense words. For example, "Dodge Viper" becomes "Vodge Diaper". That's what makes it funnier, hint,hint. You can also switch entire syllables around as in the story below. "Ugly sisters" becomes "Sisty uglers".
Also remember, a stood gory often ends with a lunch pine.
Rindersella and the Pransome Hence
Tunce upon a wyme there was a gung yurl called Rindersella. She lived in a call smottage with two sisty uglers who were mule and creen and made her do all the wouse herk.
Then, the ling of the canned decided to hold a bancy fall so that his son, the pransome hence, could bruise a chide. All the nerls in the gaybourhood were going - except Rindersella because she had wothing to nair. The bite of the nall came and the sisty uglers ounced flout, leaving poor Rindersella sitting on a stitchen cool with ears in her ties!
Then the gary fodmother puddenly asseared.
"Prot's your woblem?" she asked.
"They're going to a bancy fall," sobbed Rindersella, "but I can't go cos I've got wuthing to nair." "Won't durry," said the gary fodmother, "go and get me mix white sice, and a gig bumpkin from the pardon. "
Rindersella found the sice and the gig pardon bumpkin and the gary fodmother waved her wagic mond and changed the mix white sice into hicks white sources and the gig pardon bumpkin into a cagestoach. "But I've still got wothing to nair," said Rindersella. "Won't durry" said the gary fodmother and she waved her wagic mond again and changed Rindersella's rags into a gootiful bown. "Now off goo yo. Have a tonderful wime," said the gary fodmother, "but don't gorfet, you must be mid by homenight. "
So Rindersella bent to the wall and was the most gootiful birl there, and the pransome hence danced every dance with her. But, suddenly the mock cluck stridnight, and she dan rown the steps, unfortunately leaving one of her slass glippers behind. The pransome hence picked it up and said: "I will kurch the singdom for the durl of my greems. Whosever fit foots I mill wary. "
So he rent wound all the gnomes in the haybourhood, but lithout any wuck. Finally he came to the call smottage where Rindersella lived. He slyed the tripper on one sisty ugler, but her feet were smoo tall; he tried it on the other, but her feet were boo tig. But of course, it fitted Rindersella perfectly and so they were harried and mived lappily ever after.
Now the storal of the morry is: if you go to a bancy fall and you want a pransome hence to lall in fuve with you don’t gorfet to slop your dripper!