There are really TWO competitions, aren't there? Here's my Spoonerism.
Spoonerisms
Searching every crook and nanny,
Every nosy little crook,
Will I ever grind my fanny,
Clock the stops and close the book?
When our boys get back to Blighty
We will have the hags flung out.
Press a titty in a nightie,
Gritty pearl without a doubt,
Hattie is a bumly cutie,
She will truly hill your fart.
Hiss your catty, do your duty,
She will likewise hug your tart.
Sweet, I lead to be your plover.
Baby you can fight my lyre
Dick to Seth, I may recover.
Heal me or my date is fire.
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