I am on a diet and only eat soaring ballads

But this is not about me or about food. This is about one ( of several) tinglish errors…err…I mean English terrors, Spoonerism. Greeks call this phenomenon of slipping founds (oops...I did it again) as metatheses. But that is restricted to adjacent sounds like ‘ask’ is pronounced as ‘aks’. However the humor in the flip-flop is attributed to Rev William Archibald Spooner. He is known to have scolded a student for "hissing at his mystery lecture" and " tasting two worms". Spooner ( 1862-1964) was a small man, an albino but for all that very intelligent. Till his dying day he claimed that his was a tipping slung ( that’s mine by the way), and that all the mix-ups were involuntary. Some say that his mind was so fast and histongue could not cope. But somewhere one gets a feeling that he was just having some fun at the world’s expense. He once proposed a toast to "Queer old dean"and he "traversed the streets of London on a "well-boiled icicle". The latter I find particularly brilliant ‘cause it involves spoonerism and is an oxymoron. Spooner, whether he intended it or not, is a legend and since there have been several spooners trying for their worth. I have spend sometime trying to make one half as witty as his but have been singularly unsuccessful. But best I have ever done is "The groom is made of mean geese"for "The moon is made of green cheese. I guess Spooner’s true genious was in spouting them out at the spur of the moment. The below limerick is by one R. Frank Tulakthat I found particularyfunny.

My wife I call bunny hunch
though her response is sometimes as slow as a turd of hurtles;
most of the time I am pickled tinkto be harried tomer.
Except when I have to go to fart and sinalwith her for the purpose of cinding a fart and ushingit through the piles.
Being married is a londerfulwife.