Sunday, April 6, 2014

Do – try this at home:

Three divas, two glasses of wine each, stir gently.

One book: Runny Babbit by Shel Silverstein. It’s a children’s book. A billy sook, as he says. Written in pig latin. Now, begin reading out loud. Tait your wurn. This is bow shiz.

Runny Babbit lent to wunch
And heard the saitress way,
"We have some lovely stabbit rew --
Our Special for today." Caution: don’t order the pea soup.

Amazon says: Taken in dall smoses, this self-proclaimed "billy sook" is a fun-filled new (posthumously published) offering from children's poet Shel Silverstein, creator of Where the Sidewalk Ends, A Light in the Attic, and other favorites. Completed prior to the poet's death in 1999, Runny Babbit was a work in progress for more than 20 years, and is populated by the likes of Runny Babbit, Toe Jurtle, Ploppy Sig, Polly Dorkupine, and Pilly Belican (who owns the Sharber Bop), all denizens of the green woods where letter-flipping runs rampant. In this madcap world, pea soup is sea poup, Capture the Flag is Fapture the Clag, and snow boots are bow snoots. Each poem incorporates the same kind of switcheroo wordplay found in "Runny's Hew Nobby:" Runny Babbit knearned to lit,/ And made a swat and heater,/ And now he sadly will admit/ He bight have done it metter."

Try it. You'll gust a but.

1 comment:

Buddy Lerch said...

Funny! Not to point too fine a point on what this "language" is called, it's Spoonerism (transposing first letters/dipthongs of words). I do it all the time and it's contagious.

Write ON, Scribe, and I'll see you in the punny fapers!

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