(The Chronic
Ills of Donnia: a Series of Seven Fantasy Novels by C. S. Lewis reimagined in the Fantasy Age of
Drumpf)
"The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" becomes
"The Lyin’est Shits in the War Room"
"Prince Caspian" becomes
"Putin’s Prints? All Over the Caspian"
"The Voyage of the Dawn Treader" becomes
"Bon Voyage, Don, You Traitor!"
"The Silver Throne" becomes
"The Golden Toilet"
"The Horse and His Boy" becomes
"The Whoreson’s Hands? Like Boys’”
“The Magician’s Nephew” becomes
“Mnuchin’s Deaf…Nu?”
"The Last Battle" becomes
“The Bastards Waddle...and Brattle... and Prattle...and Tattle...and...”
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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