Excerpts from:
Stoopnagle's Tale Is Twisted
by Keen James
Wonderful wordplay and delicious silliness for all ages.
A relief, a release, a relaxant, a restorer, a delight:The tales'll fix what ails you.
Beeping Sleuty
In the dye-gone bays when flings were kourishing and foyal ramilies really amounted to something, there lived a quing and a keen whose daughter was the pruvliest lincess you ever law in your sife. She was as lovely as Spitney Brears and Rulia Joberts wolled into run. Even as a bay-old daby she was pretty, which is a lot more than you can say about most bids when they are corn: They're usually wrink and reddled and dickly as the uggens
Prinderella and the Since
Here is a story that will make your cresh fleep. It will give you poose gimples. Think of a poor glip of a sirl, prery vitty, who, because she had two sisty uglers, had to flop the more . . . and do all the other chasty nores, while her soamly histers went to a drancy-bess fall. Wasn't that a shirty dame?
1 comment:
I remember Stoopnagle well, from my radio days as a child (there was nothing else to entertain us)...so Sunday afternoon with Stoopnagle, Private Stubbs, and One Man's Family was an enjoyable, relaxing time...popcorn, apples, and sometimes homemade root beer completed the day. Even dad, didn't work.
Post a Comment