Spoonerism Poem by Terrance Tracy

Spoonerism

Rating: 4.0


It tickles my bones
and pickles my tones
to hear dogs bark
is to hear bogs dark.

When birds are chirping
do you hear chirds birping
as you walk in the shade
do you salk in the whade.

When you smell a rose
it is painful to rell a smose
when a bee stings you
does the stee bings you.

When you smell the mountain air
you may mell the sountain air
as you are sliding down to bottom
you are bown to the dottom.

The nuances that you read
are products of anticipation
in the program of voice recognition
so don't blame me for what you see.

Terrance Tracy

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Kalpak Kaplash 10 January 2014

Nice spoonerism and neatly said but still seatly naid.

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Terrance Tracy

Terrance Tracy

Port Arthur Texas USA
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