[Donna English]

Anagram--odies

Several years back we did a thread of parodies of some famous writers, one another, ourselves, where the title was the author’s name in an anagram. It was a lot of fun. I thought it might be fun to do it again. Anyone interested in some gentle spoofing?

Here’s an example from a Francis Heaney book:

AN E-MAIL
A. A. MILNE

Whatever I do, there’s always Pooh,
There’s always Pooh and Me.
“Let’s write an e-mail,” I say to Pooh.
“That sounds like a wonderful thing to do,”
He says. I say, “I think so too.”
“Let’s write it together,” says Pooh, says he.
“Let’s write it together,” says Pooh.

[Ann Drysdale]

Donna - it's a great idea and I'm up for it. I was so determined to reply in kind - but so far I haven't had a minute to make one. I'll be back, I hope.

[Susan d.S.]

Fun! Shall give it a go.

[Susan d.S.]

RUDYARD KIPLING
Ling kip Durd Yar

Ling walked into a China tent
To order up some chow,
But all he saw was gruel and stew
Not fit to feed a sow.

He said it clear, he said it true,
“This place is just a dump-“
Ling kip ('Ling kip Durd Yar' to you)
cried, "pork belly is rump!”

He had a pair of chop-sticks poised,
For pickled cabbage leaf,
But all they had to serve that day
Was bloody British beef.

[basil ransome-davies]

W H Auden

His skin was quite fair,
Like his eyes like his hair -
As pale as a woolly merino.
So would it be rude
To call him wan-hued,
Or even perhaps an albino?

[Donna English]

Basil, funny, put the title on top. Wan Hued, ha!

Susan, good one, had a good laugh over it!