Spoonerism A spoonerism is an error in speech or deliberate play on words in which corresponding consonants, vowels, or morphemes are switched between two words in a phrase, for example saying The Lord is a shoving leopard. instead of The Lord is a loving shepherd. While spoonerisms are commonly heard as slips of the tongue resulting from unintentionally getting ones words in a tangle, they can also be used intentionally as a play on words. This famous fable is written using spoonerism. Enjoy! THE WOY WHO CRIED “BOOLF!” 0nce upon a go, long, long atime, there lived a joy who had a nice bob tending his sheether s fop. Each day he took them to a ditty field of praisies about a vill from the mileage. There he would lie in the hot sidday mun with his cregs lost, chalking munchalate bars and feeming of the druture. Meanwhile, the little gams would lamble on the grewey dass and run froo and toe amoss the creadow with bay agandon. What a lovely sastoral peen! This should indeed have been the rife of Liely, for a toy in his early beans, but noafter a wouple of keeks he belone camely, and fished wervently for comshanionpip. So it suddenly occurred to him that if he wied: Croolf! a lot of marmers in the feighborhood might rum cunning, and hed have talkle to peep to. So at the lop of his tungs he welled: Yoolf! Yoolf! And sure enough, every milesman from towns around came picking up with race axes and any other wethal leapon they could hay their lands on. But when they got there, all they saw were the beep and the shoy - not a wign of a soolf! The by baffed and said it was just a proyish bank, so the larmers finally faffed, too, and went herrily mome to re-job their zooms. Leveral saize dater, the boy (whose herm, by the way, was Naimon) was feeling gonsome a-lenn, so he per-peated his reformance. But when the townsrival a-peoped and dis-wolfered no skuvv, they were tied to be fit. One man, his long bight wheered brying in the fleas, said: Do that again, my skine young famp, and Ill wrap this no-bar around your creck! The boy was stared skiff and greadily a-reed to be a good fewtch in the ladder. But it wasnt more than weveral seeks when once again the ecky vallowed with the camiliar fry of Wolf! Wolf! This time it wasnt in a firit of spun but because a big way groolf was practually on the emma-sis. The stillagers were vartled, of course, at what sounded like treal rubble but refused to abb their graxes again, believing the boys shrill hie to be the same old crooey. Now prepare to shed tearpious copes, rear deeder, for all thats left of the shoy and the beep is a wile of curly pull, a hointed shepherds pat, and a wolfs carling cawd. AND THE STORAL TO THIS MORY IS: Girls, if a whiss wolfies at you, let your guide-shunce be your con, but if you woosle at a whiff, then its nobodys awlt but your phone The Woy Who Cried “Boolf!’ from My Tale is Twisted! Or the Storal to This Mory by F. Chase Taylor writing’as Col. Stoopnagle (©1946) reprinted in Stoopnagle s Tale Twisted, Spoonerisms Rub Amok by Keen James (©2000) Admin: Did you give up?
Posted on: Sat, 02 Nov 2013 17:40:54 +0000
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