The Scroobious Pip went out one day...
...an' busted (oy! phoo!) its out-worn piece...
How now will it ever replace that toupee and engender of humiliation surcease...?
Poet Poe pens nonsense verse. "Plus...phun," puns Uly, "I disburse." Its gamut runs from spam to worse. The po'sy posted...? Poe's diverse -- most, postcards from his universe, replies to grudges he must nurse. My summary...? Let me be terse: a mitzva, mostly. (Not a curse.)
Friday, June 27, 2025
Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures Underground Anagramaniacal Opening Lines
Alice was beginning to get...
...to a nice big wan tinsel egg.
"That girl is REALLY starting to bug me," the largest of a nestful of pale (and, until but a moment before, pleasant) foil-festooned oval spheres was heard to remark.
Thursday, June 26, 2025
Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina Anagraramaniacal Opening Lines
Happy families are all alike.
If a Kay, a Miller, a Phils, a Peel...
...though probably not if a Rumplestiltskin von Phuquephace...
Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot Anagramaniacal Opening Lines
Nothing to be done
No...? Get into bed, Hon!
Introducing one Baltimoron who's sick and tired of waiting.
Wednesday, June 25, 2025
Robert Browning's Anagramaniacal Opening Lines
That's my last duchess...
She's Thut's "Ms Cat Lady"...
...and who doesn't acknowledge that the popular Egyptian charioteer is also a world-class painter of feline portraits..?
Tuesday, June 24, 2025
Mark Twain's AnagraMania
You don't know about me...
...but at noon you'd wok me...?
If I were you I'd take a deep breath and count to ten -- unless you'd prefer to say hello to my little friends Fisti and Cuffs...
A. A. Milne's AnagraMania
Here is Edward Bear...
(Did we err...? Be he Sara...?)
What sort of a bear would live under the name of Sara...? Oh...THAT sort of a bear.
Marcel Proust's AnagraMania
For a long time, I used to go to bed early...
...and I'd forget to get my ol' Lois a bouree.
Without a quick turn or two about the nursery before lights out, that old gal wouldn't sleep a wink...
Bulwer-Lytton's AnagraMania
It was a dark and stormy night...
...In my Dakota, Tar, with Dr. S_____, sang...
...Don Jose's "Flower Song" aria from Carmen as the infamous plastic surgeon and his giant Negro assistant, having finally loaded the remaining three headless corpses onto the Dodge truck's rain-soaked flatbed, attempted, mostly unsuccessfully, to pat dry each other's soggy jodhpurs...
Sunday, June 22, 2025
Into the Woods's AnagraMania
Once upon a time...
...a poem 'n' I cut one...
...a poem 'n' I cut one...
(The lines were in the style of poetry of the Fartypants School of nonsense verse.)
Saturday, June 21, 2025
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