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Saturday, July 25, 2020

The 2020 Pepi Katona Anagramadness Pageant & Triennial "Talk Like a Tracy" Competition

     We here at PWWL have tested positive for the Katona virus 
and we don't care who knows it. As Pepi might say, "Draw your 
own conclusions!" (As Pirovitch might comment,"Who did this 
dreadful thing...?") 

Pepi Katona                 Matuschek and Co's former errand boy.
Po' Kate: "I nap!"         Li'l Orphan Katherine does little but sleep these days.
A peak pinot.               A '12 or '14, probably. 
Oink, eat pap!             Plunk your magic... Slurp your lovely swill, Piggy.

Oink ate Pap.              Hog gobbl'd up Daddy.
Kapitän Poe                Commander of the Starship Ulalume.
Nappie OK...? Ta.        My diaper in place...? Thanks.
EPA: not Paki!             One agent is sure she was dink.

I kept a p'ano.            I kept a gu'tar as well, didn't I.
Kent, IA: pop. A.         A certain Mr. A. is the sole inhabitant of Kent, Iowa.
A pinko pate.              Marxist intellectual.
A pinko pâté.              Marxist hors d’oeurvre.

Pa Pio taken.              Italian stigmatist kidnapped. 
Apia knot PE               Samoan “pretzel” calisthenics.
Pepin to a Ka              Letter from Frankish king to a subject's soul. 
Opa! Pink tea!            This stuff's even better than ouzo...well, almost.       

Take no pipa!             You're allow'd a single liuqin, however.       
Aka one Tipp.             The scoundrel uses several aliases.
An okapi, Pet.            It's a kind of antelope, my dear.
Ape a inkpot!             You're already a ebon incorrigible, aren't ya. 

Opiate knap.              Remedy-in-a-rucksack, eh...?
A knot; a pipe.           A gnarl; a corncob.   
"P" Ape ain't ok.        Tho' "O" Ape and "Q" Ape seem perfectly fine. 
A poet; a pink.          Second line of the poem "A bard; a carnation."

Tap on a kepi.            Hi, there, legionnaire! 
A pea pint...? Ok!       I've never tried legume-hopp'd beer before.
Note I Kappa...?         Is the Japanese water demon here...?
Patina poke.              Rust caddy.

No pike tapa.             Lack of fish scale textile.
Appoint Åke.              Surely the best Swede for the job.
Pa’O pink tea.             An acquired taste, even in Mandalay.
A. Pope, I. Kant.         Wise guys.

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