Sunday, January 10, 2010

Life in Spoonerville...

I'm not a pheasant plucker;
I'm a pheasant plucker's son.
Nonetheless, I pluck pheasants all day
Until the pheasant plucking's done.

From David Astle's column on Spoonerisms in the SMH yesterday which made me laugh. 

1 comment:

Sam said...

Try saying that after a few too many cocktails... Ha! x