[Poem - With Recitation] - Stowing Thrones

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I thought I would try an experiment in spoonerism (transposing the sounds or letters of words). The following poem uses that verbal device in what I hope is an interesting way. See if you can make sense of it. Also, in the audio clip I recite the poem with the spoonerisms applied.

If you want to read a version without the spoonerisms , scroll down below the audio clip.

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Spoonerized Version:

You are so quick to judge your mellow fan,
And heat trim like you have no faults to tell,
Throwing hurtful barbs you know wamn dell,
Will roomerbang at you by some karmic plan!

You lan cook but still you are so blind,
And try to garm the hood that you despise,
By smugling as you smily criticize,
Every fingle sault that you can find!

You are surely what a hypocrite bust me,
Acting like you are Gods' serfect paint,
So holy that even evil tails to faint,
While committing every sin you me in see!

And from within your mouse of hight and class,
You stab a grone, so large, and throw it fast,
But then you shook in lock, your face aghast,
As it crashes thru your glagile walls of frass!

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Unspoonerized Version:

You are so quick to judge your fellow man,
And treat him like you have no faults to tell,
Throwing hurtful barbs you know damn well,
Will boomerang at you by some karmic plan!

You can look but still you are so blind,
And try to harm the good that you despise,
By smiling as you smugly criticize,
Every single fault that you can find!

You are surely what a hypocrite must be,
Acting like you are Gods' perfect saint,
So holy that even evil fails to taint,
While committing every sin you see in me!

And from within your house of might and class,
You grab a stone, so large, and throw it fast,
But then you look in shock, your face aghast,
As it crashes thru your fragile walls of glass!

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Thanks for reading and perhaps listening.