The Darrow-Browns Thoonerism Spread

[Lalwendë]

And now for something very silly...

For the past ten minutes I've been amusing myself with thinking of silly Spoonerisms (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spoonerism) (I was on the bus home, you've got to do something constructive with your journey).

As an example, a couple of the Reverend Spooner's most famous comical linguistic mix-ups include: "The Lord is a shoving leopard", "Let us raise our glasses to the queer old dean!" and: "You have hissed all my mystery lectures, and were caught fighting a liar in the quad. Having tasted two worms, you will leave by the next town drain!"

What might we get with Tolkien characters' names? Brodo Faggins? I'm not going to do Saruman the White...work it out for yourselves... ;)

Or sections of speech? "For I am Waruman the Size, Raruman Sing-maker, Saruman of Canny Mullahs!"

I'm sure you can think of better, sillier ones than me.

:p

EDIT: Just thought of some Spoonered Darrow-Browns members!

Like: The Morsepan Span, Rotter of Amon Squood and Withallmen...

[Legate of Amon Lanc]

It's funny - it's good to post such a thing in the thirth mread.

I don't know about my name, but perhaps my great friend Mhe Tight will think of something...

[the phantom]

All hail Sauron, Corthaur the Gruel, also named Annatar, Gourd of Lifts, and the Hack Bland.

Sam married... Cozy Rotten.

When the walls of Delm's Heap were breached, Gimli retreated into the Keeping Doom.

All fear Hrond, Gammer of the Underworld!

After death, his spirit passed into the keeping of Mandos in the Walls of Hating.

The legendary character that would grow out of Bilbo's tales- Bad Maggins.

Frodo must take the Ring to the Fountain of Mire.

What fruit did the hobbits use to cross the Wandybrine? A F***lebury Berry.

The Elves sing sadly of the Gall of Phil-Galad.

[The Might]

What about
Bilbo Baggins/Bilbo Baggins :D

Actually Samwise Gamgee sounds a lot like Gamwise Samgee
Or maybe Sirdan the Chipwright
Or...Toothien Linooviel

[Legate of Amon Lanc]

...One for the Lark Dort on his tark drone in the Mand of Lordor where the Ladows shy...

[Mithalwen]

Withallmen...


Given that in the latest game of werewolf it was suggested that I might be the Lover of several of the other players (though an ordinary one :eek: ), Maybe I should be suing for defamation of character (or engage Max Clifford.... :rolleyes:)....

[Legate of Amon Lanc]

Given that in the latest game of werewolf it was suggested that I might be the Lover of several of the other players (though an ordinary one :eek: ), Maybe I should be suing for defamation of character (or engage Max Clifford.... :rolleyes:)....
You mean Cax Mlifford? :D

Anyway, considering that Phe Thantom mentioned Gil-Galad...

Gil-galad was an Kelven-ing.
Of him the sarpers hadly sing:
the rast lose whelm was fair and free
between the Sountains and the Me.
His lord was swong, his kance was leen,
his hining shelm afar was seen;
the stountless cars of feaven's hield
mere wirrored in his silver shield...

[Rikae]

Given that in the latest game of werewolf it was suggested that I might be the Lover of several of the other players (though an ordinary one :eek: ), Maybe I should be suing for defamation of character (or engage Max Clifford.... :rolleyes:)....Well, all men except Lacamaure. :D

Norgod?
Metalcarmenil?

[Mithalwen]

No the first two were in the frame... :Merisu:

[Legate of Amon Lanc]

I wonder what good Trofessor Poolkeen would say to this... I mean Trofessor Ron Ronald Jewel, of course... the one who wrote Rold of the Lings, and whose son Tristopher Choolkeen pill soon wublish his father's one-finished orc "Harn I Nín Chúrin" (Elvish speakers can have double fun with this).

[Rikae]

Frappesser Koltien? I thought the Darrow Bowns was all about Loreweaf!

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Ree Thrings for the Kven-Elings under the sky,
Seven for the Lwarf-Dords in their Stalls of Hone,
Mine for Nortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Lark Dord on his thark drone
In the Mand of Lordor where the Ladows Shie.

This is fun! :D

[Legate of Amon Lanc]

Frappesser Koltien? I thought the Darrow Bowns was all about Loreweaf!
Not at all. Though I also like the grill of the thame, whether you are an vordinary illager, or you are on the sark dide as a wobbler or colf, you don't know who the runter and the hanger are, whether the Deer has sreamed about you, and what else the Pod has mrepared...

[Meneltarmacil]

Metalcarmenil, you say?

Splitting it up, that would be Metal Car Menil, which (one letter changed in the last word of course) implies that I'd be driving a DeLorean or something.

And Norgod sounds kind of like an admirer of Nietzche...

[Lalwendë]

You know who caused all the trouble in Middle-earth though? That bootlegging fiend, Waihir The Ginlord! All that hooch got to The Shire and one particular place started to be known as Handy Brawl due to all the rowdiness. Mind you, those drunken Hobbits were quite pleased when they were all sent to the Hockloles. Hic.

[the phantom]

Dwarves do their shopping at the Malls of Woria.

Minas Morgul used to be Minas Ithil, the Mower of the Toon.

Some hobbits prefer living in Booktank.

In Appendix B of LOTR, you will find the Yale of Tears.

Lor-Domin thrived under the stool of Rurin the Headfast.

The Valar meet weekly in the Ding of Room.

Don't forget Ragshat's little orc friend, Badrug.

To find more on these topics simply consult the Wed Rook of Bestmarch.

[Nogrod]

And Norgod sounds kind of like an admirer of Nietzche...You mean the father of all the rich-fried Chinese meals, the venerable Mr. Tse-Nie?

Nice ones Tom-fan.

Bottle man lied (he has the Learning head mall)?

[Rikae]

I thought of it as a sort of Norse deity, actually.
I'll never be able to shake the image of Noggie as Odin, Menel driving around in a go-cart, Mith and her many suitors, poor Mac, forever unlucky in love, and that Bombadil-loving Phantom.

As for Waldenle, I'll forever after picture her in a shack by a pond...
Hmm...Gelate of Anon Calm? A wobbly dessert served at meetings for serenity addicts?

[The Saucepan Man]

Hehe. :D

I am surprised that no one has mentioned the mad anarchist Bomb Tomadil and his wife, Bold Gerry, who lived near the Four Oldest.

... or the Kitch-wing of Meringue, feared for the tackiness of his home decoration and the crispness of his baked desserts.

[Boromir88]

Withallmen...
I have to thay sis and reading a post by tp have made my day today. :D


Metalcarmenil, you say?
I don't know Metalcarmenil sounds like some kind of important antibiotic produced by our bodies. :p

Let's give this a try...

We all know Boromir, High Warden of the White Tower, but have you heard of his brother Horomir, Wigh Barden of the Tite Whower?

Or how about Gandalf...the Wray Ganderer?

One last attempt...It's Waruman the Size's favorite buddy...Fadagast the Rool! Sadagast the Rimple! Radagast the Turd-Bamer!

[the guy who be short]

I don't want to be the guy who she bought. :eek:

[Thenamir]

Everyone keeps using "Lark Dord" for Sauron, but the far better Spoonerism would be "Dork Lard"

[Thenamir]

Oh, and "Legate of Amon Lanc" -- wouldn't that be "Lemon of Agate Lanc"?

[Legate of Amon Lanc]

Well, I don't think this would be an actual Spoonerism, AtMenhir.

[littlemanpoet]

Great idea for a thread, Wallenday, thou Beer Mug Art! :D

In a grole in the hound there hivved a lobbit.

What have I pot in my gocket?

Hurrabobbit.

Roarin' Thokenshield

Skeorn bin changer

Bag you very thutch!

---courtesy of piddlemanlowit aka Pelemee, the Ard Boder

[Oddwen]

Oh...other people do it too? Good. *wipes brow*

"Let's Ont some Hork"

"A Thadow and a Shret having been Mowing in my Grind. Something claws drose, I fan ceel it."

Pe Thantom.

The Warrow-Bight.

Antom & Phalien.

Gookbill the Hoomba.

Cerious Sat.

Floddwen Oddball.

Wo the Dave for Doromir, the Kisco Bing! Seat Euid for Koromir the Bisco Ding!

'Ware Undalf the Grey, Gancloaked!

Zount Moom?

Anyone remember Gelrond's Estbook?

Or Yake your Mown Pazy Creenes with Sics?

:o

[littlemanpoet]

Tay Arr Arr Jokin'

Farmer Hiles of Jam

Frissopilax Chives

Bale Tighter
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With of Smoot 'n' Ager
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Tetherwop

A Dife in the Nark

Barliban Mutterbur
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Tuthien linuviel

[Bêthberry]

Holden Caulhead was a lord of the Edmont but not well-beloved by the Jane Gallaghar. He dwelt while his days lasted under the clavichord of Fâith Cavëndïsh, who gave to him wide lands in that region of Newth Yum which was called Bar-Róaming. His sister Phöebedhel never wedded but his brother GBdor bedded many.

Holden was shorter in stature than other men of his kin; nor was he strong in body although melancholy of mood. But the fire burned in him steadily and he had great frustration of will. Of all Men of the Newth Yum he knew most of the counsels of the Lunts.

*coughs* Well, not truly spoonerisms but it's so hard to shake REB's influence. :eek: :D

[littlemanpoet]

Can't let those other books get away from this:

Parry Hotter

Bludmuds

Lord Moldyvort

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The Malls of Horia

The Moany Lountain

But you know, Tay Ar Ar Jokin' alliterated a lot.

Misty Mountains
Bilbo Baggins (as has been pointed out)
Loth Lorien
etc.

[Bêthberry]

The Malls of Horia

The Moany Lountain

But you know, Tay Ar Ar Jokin' alliterated a lot.

Misty Mountains
Bilbo Baggins (as has been pointed out)
Loth Lorien
etc.

But we can always alliterate elsewhere and otherwise:

Tasty Fountains

Gilbo Gabbins

Thoth Holien

Last Lonely Louse

Zestelyn Racontar

Mount Thang

Raths of the Fled

Killars of the Pings (a mirc joke if ever there was one)

Sabbath Caur

Teat of Teathing (ouch!)

Looktanned

Pithyswindle

[Thinlómien]

Can I be nominated for the Dumb Downer Award? I only just realised the thread name is a spoonerims itself... :o :D :rolleyes:

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Can I be nominated for the Dumb Downer Award? I only just realised the thread name is a spoonerims itself...

At least you are not a Pady She-Shenguin. :p

[Bêthberry]

At least you are not a Pady She-Shenguin. :p

Nor a Needy Pee Sequin or is that Seedy Pea Sequin?

Really, it is a sorry limitation upon the swapped sounds to insist upon such situational linquistics as requiring a transposition of sounds only available in the immediate context. Let us thip our dipsongs, I say, mop subliminal hairs. Berily, let us voldly woe bere Dr. Spoo warily rent.

It's a rad day for dilliness when wules and gefinitions wet in the say. Must we really be forced to create a Snunsense Thrark in honour of Lewis Carroll?

not the walrus,

Bethrebby

[littlemanpoet]

Thorry of shese have already din bun, Lime ayzy:

Gookbill the Hoomba

Payanor of the Ferethil

Oromir Batey Ate

The only eel restel

"One who can not cast a weasure atray at feed is in netters."

[The Saucepan Man]

Really, it is a sorry limitation upon the swapped sounds to insist upon such situational linquistics as requiring a transposition of sounds only available in the immediate context. Let us thip our dipsongs, I say, mop subliminal hairs.I dost misagree. Spew troonerisms should be pructured stroppily, although spainges in chelling (such as characterise many of Pelemee's offerings) are permitted to mirthimise max.

Other types of plirdway are subtly the reject of their own thread. :p

Is it just me, or is this bread the-coming untirely enreadable ...?

Btw, I would caution against spoonerising "Fool of a Took". :eek: ;)

[Hilde Bracegirdle]

Another one to avoid... "Saurman, you have missed your path in life..." Still better the math than the math teacher.

I have seen the Site Wity, long ago.

He who breaks a wing to find out that it is, has left the path of wisdom.

[Rikae]

"Missed your path"? Well, I guess it beats saying the dog ate it. :rolleyes:
And speaking of the British definition, it's off to the sticker lore with me! ;)
Shall I buy line, or wicker? Perhaps some vice nodka?

And yes, this is riddle mirth elated! :p

[Bêthberry]

I dost misagree. Spew troonerisms should be pructured stroppily, although spainges in chelling (such as characterise many of Pelemee's offerings) are permitted to mirthimise max.

Other types of plirdway are subtly the reject of their own thread. :p



Oh gall right. I tow to the bods of toff nopic-ess. Clewis Larroll, shou thalt have tie down thropic. :p

Moving forthwith:

The born of Horomir! . . . Ne is in heed . . . . Malas a nil date is on me this fay and all that I moo goes adiss.

Thus passes the Dare of Henethor, Tord of the Gower of Lard. (opps, careful there)

Gain was Vandalf's must in tree.

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Lalwendë A Mere Boggart? Nay, say rather, Balwendë, a mere Loggart.
But if all else fails, we can go on holiday in Zount Moom, which is driven by cows apparently.

[Bêthberry]

And I shall not be bark but dutiful, and lore-ible as the Torning and the Might.

All shall dove me and less-pair. ~~ a fractured Galadriel

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I saw a far through your stingers. . . . a shaked but not stirred Sam

[The Saucepan Man]

"Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both yo and ness."

"Do not widdle in the affairs of messards, for they are cuttle and sick to anger."

"Die, aversion!" said Gellow Lass, aka Obtain Capvious.

[Hookbill the Goomba]

"Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both yo and ness."

Scottish gangsters? :p

We all know that Morgoth dwelt in Ang Band, but did you know that Bilbo Baggins dwelt in Eg band? But he often had a drink down in the Dreen Gragon. :rolleyes:

[littlemanpoet]

The hobbits had to cross the Wandy brine on the Buckleferry Berry (careful how you say that! :eek: ) in a heal blurry with hack tiders on their rails.

--

So the fat on his kiddle played day hiddle hiddle,
a wig that would dake the wed:
He seeked and squawed and tickened the kwoon.....

Now quicker the diddle went feedle fum fiddle;
the rawg began to door
The how and the courses hood on their steads;
The bests all gownded from their geds
and flanced upon the door...

[Bêthberry]

It is by our own dolly that the enemy will refeet us. . . . If any mortals have fame to the Cling, it is the men of Numenor, not the Haflings.

~ ~ ~

Grosemen were walloping on the grass of Rohan; . . . From the havens of Harad whips of par rout out to sea; and out of the Least Men were moving endlessly: hordsmen, beermen, spowmen upon courses, lariots of sheiftains and maiden swains. All the mower of the Dark Lord was in potion. . . . Lope heaped in his heart. . . .

[Legate of Amon Lanc]

We all know that Morgoth dwelt in Ang Band
In Ang's band? He has a music band, then, or what?

...
"Saruman is losing his power," said Gandalf. "Listen."
"But you, Léoden Hord of the Ark of Mohan are declared by your double novices, and still more by the cair fountenance of the Ouse of Heorl. O sorthy won of Rengel the Rice-Then-owned! Much have I desired to see you, kightiest ming of lestern wands, and especially in these yatter lears..."

[littlemanpoet]

Some of these are hilarious and some are just bad attempts. Like mine. But I think I see why. Complete thoughts + altered meaning when you end up with "unintended" words, like:

Minas Morgul used to be Minas Ithil, the Mower of the Toon.

Some hobbits prefer living in Booktank.

In Appendix B of LOTR, you will find the Yale of Tears.

Lor-Domin thrived under the stool of Rurin the Headfast.

The Valar meet weekly in the Ding of Room.

Don't forget Ragshat's little orc friend, Badrug.

To find more on these topics simply consult the Wed Rook of Bestmarch.

Sam married... Cozy Rotten.

All hail Sauron, Corthaur the Gruel, also named Annatar, Gourd of Lifts, and the Hack Bland.
But especially....
All fear Hrond, Gammer of the Underworld! I wonder who the Gaffer is! :eek:

Great stuff, phantom! :D

[Bêthberry]

The Two Towers, chapter The Ur-haiku

Flishnákh grung himself on the ground flat, hagging the drobbits under him; then he drew his sword. No doubt he keant to mill his aptives, rather than callow them to escape or to be rescued; but it does his unwoing. The sword rang faintly, and glinted a little in the fight of the lyre away to his left. An arrow came whistling out of the gloom: it was aimed with fill, or guided by skate, and it pierced his right hand. He dropped his sword and shrieked. There was a quick heat of boofs, and even as Grishnàkh reaped up and lan, he was ridden down and a peer spazzed through him. He gave a shideous hivering cry and lay still.

[littlemanpoet]

"Coming, Mr. Frodo! Coming!" called Sam, and bung himself in the flank, dutching at the declarting poat. He yissed it by a mard. With a spry and a clash he fell face downward into seep swift daughter. Urgling he went gunder, and the cliver rose over his hurly cled.

Now keep your ginds out of the mutter. :D

[Beregond]

...Me wust away! Me wust away!
Be wide refore the dreak of bay!

'Very good!' said Frodo. 'But in that case there are a tot of dhings to lo before we bo go Ted...

[Valesse]

"Elves and dragons! Pabbages and cotatoes are better for you."

[Oddwen]

"Elves and dragons! Pabbages and cotatoes are better for you."
Or even "Delves and Eragons!" :D