Spoonerisms

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A couple of traps fallen into during years of teaching English...
Friar Tuck
Huckleberry Finn
Banned from a pub in London for mixup in asking for a pint of Whitbreads Tankard.
 
The spoonerism version of Cinderella:

Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion.


Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot.


At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered!

The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other Betty Swallocks.

They were really forrible huckers, they had fetty sweet and fetty swannies.


The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go.


Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared.

Her name was Shairy Hitehole and she was a light rucking fesbian.

She turned a ruckin fumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with
six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks.

The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by nidmight or there would be a cucking falamity!


At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when, suddenly the sock cluck twelve.


"moist all cucking fighty" cried Rindercella and she ran out, tripping barse over ollocks, losing her slass glipper.



The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in.

Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a rate fig bart.

"Who fust jarted?" asked the pransome hince.

"Blame that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge.

When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both sugly isters, it fid not bit.

Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack in the kickers!


This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on.

He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly.

Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married.

The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny.
 
Heard a very committed (and very moving) Durham Mum talking on the radio today about her five year old son who has Cystic Fibrosis.

The poor little mite, can't say that, so tells everyone he hass , "Sixty Five Roses".

Awwww, bless his little heart. His Mother was a real tonic and is a fabulous ambassador for the charity she supports.
 
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