Friday, September 26, 2008
Blame it on Jeannelle*
Rindercella And The Prandsome Hince
Once upon a time in a coreign fountry
there was a geautiful birl, whose name was Rindercella.
Rindercella had a mugly other
and two sisty uglers.
Also in this coreign fountry
there was a prandsome hince
and the prandsome hince was going to have a bancy fall.
Rindercella’s mugly other
and her two sisty uglers went out
and bought dancy fresses for the bancy fall
but poor Rindercella couldn’t go
because she had nothing but rirty dags.
So on the night of the bancy fall,
Rindercella’s mugly other
and her two sisty uglers
put on their dancy fresses
and went to the bancy fall.
And since poor Rindercella couldn’t go
she cat down and sried.
Suddenly, her gairy fodmother appeared
before her and
touched her with her wagic mond
and turned her into a peautiful brincess
and then gave her a kig boach
and hix sorces so Rindercella
could go to the bancy fall.
So off went Rindercella.
When she got to the bancy fall
the prandsome hince met her at the door.
He had watched her come up
in her kig boach and
hix sorses from a widden hindow.
Rindercella and the prandsome hince
danced all night long and
the prandsome hince lell in fove
When the prandsome hince was
just about to quop the prestion,
Rindercella heard the moke of stridnight
so she turned, staced down the rairs and
when she got to the stottom blep
she slopped her dripper.
The next day the prandsome hince
went all over his coreign fountry
looking for the geautiful birl
who had slopped her dripper.
When he got to Rindercella’s house
he tried it on her mugly other,
but it fidnt dit!
He tried it on her two sisty uglers
but it fidnt dit.
And he tried it on Rindercella
and it fid dit!
So they were mappily harried
and mived lappily ever after.
Now, the storal of the mory is this: If you ever go to a bancy fall and want to have a pransom hince loll in fove with you, don’t forget to slop your dripper!
This priceless version of an immortal story was part of the act of the late American comedian Archie Campbell, whom you may remember from his days on Hee Haw. Those two words, Hee Haw, are a phrase that until today I thought would never appear in my blog, but it just proves that one never knows what the future may hold.
If Archie were still alive (he died in 1987), he could also entertain us with his hilarious rendition of The Pee Little Thrigs or my personal favorite, Beeping Sleuty.
These unique retellings of familiar fairy tales were created by using “spoonerisms,” which are a trick of language named after the very real verbal foibles of one William Archibald Spooner.
*This post sprang into existence fully grown, like Athena from the forehead of Zeus, upon reading Jeanelle of Iowa’s comment on yesterday’s post. I had mentioned that Mrs. Rhymeswithplague said to tell you she has become a blogger widow, and Jeannelle said to “tell Mrs. Rhymeswithplague that we’re appreciative of her putting up with your hogging blobby.....I mean, blogging hobby!” Send all poison pen letters to Jeanelle, c/o Iowa, USA.