My Intuition, in a quiet moment, delivered the message that I should write a stunning blog or did I hear blunning stog?
Spoonerisms? I cue the chud, of course I rationalise, they have all the hallmarks of a fun blog or it should read ballmarks of a glun hog. After all how much do I love to cheekily spoonerise when driving past a truck – thats a trucking fig buck. Yes, I shout, go help me sod this is going to be the pun fart of my blogging career to date.
The Rev. William Archibold Spooner, was born in 1844. He was a not the most handsome of men. A very small albino man, with poor eyesight and a head too large for his body. Some wit might unkindly liken his looks as plain as a dobbers rog. But clever, oh so clever his mercurial brain raced ahead and his tongue could not keep up, especially when he was agitated and so began his art of switching words around.
When Spooner had to give the toast to the visiting Queen Victoria, he excitedly said ‘Three cheers for our queer old dean.’ His delightful gaffs spread over into his ecclesiastical duties, officiating at a wedding he was heard to say to the groom ‘son it is now kisstomary to cuss the bride.’
I bet his congregation flocked to his services in the hope they could add to the list of his slip ups – our shoving leopard, sope in the hole and the list goes on.
Well tis time for me to shake a tower and chew the doors and so that’s it for my blunning stog – just swort and sheet. Hopefully