The tale of Cinderella becoming Rindercella
A spoonerised passage first heard recited by Loyden Bewis at a few gatherings (raised a chuckle or two I’ll tell you) and also gleaned from many historic sources (clean and dirty) and embelished a little by Wony Tilkinson can be emi-samusing as in:-
In some coreign fountry, there lived a very geautiful birl named Rindercella and a very prandsome hince, called Chince Prarming.
Chince Prarming was going to have a bancy fall at his ceautiful bastle and he’d invited all the people for riles amound, especially the pich reople.
Now Rindercella spent a lot of her time shoing gopping, flubbing scroors, dashing wishes and also booking and caking, she even ran the edd orand or two.
She also had a mugly other with chouble dins , a sin ugly thister with featy sweet and a sat ugly fister with eaty swarmpits.
To primpress the ince, they all went out and bought clancy fothes to wear to the ceautiful bastle, on the bight of the nall.
Rindercella’s jamily were fealous because she was a really geautiful birl, so she wasn’t allowed to go with them and all she had weft to lear were some rirty old dags.
Finally the night of the bancy fall came, the mugly other, the sin ugly thister and the sat ugly fister rode off in a cancy foach drawn by hour forses.
Rindercella couldn’t go, so she just cat down and sried. While she was citting there srying, her gairy fodmother appeared, with a foop!
She waved her wagic mand and with another foop! Rindercella was instantly dressed in a geautiful bown of ghite and wold, with matching slass glippers!
With a bighty mang! she also purned a tumpkin into a cig barriage and mix white sice into hix white sorses to carry Rindercella to the ball.
With a bighty mang! she also purned a tumpkin into cig barriage
The gairy fodmother warned Rindercella to be mome by hidnight, or the brell would be spoken.
The dess would drissappear and the cig barriage would purn into a tumpkin and the morses would become hice again.
When Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall, Chince Prarming watched her arrive from a widden hindow and he met her at the door.
The prandsome hince and Rindercella got on wery vell so they nanced all dight, until they lell in fove.
He was just about to quop the pestion as he was stunderthruck with her and she was also gotally tobsmacked.
Suddenly, the mock struck clidnight!
Rindercella raced stown the dairs, but as she got almost all of the way down she slopped her dripper on the stottom bep and didn’t have wime to taste so she han away rome.
The dext nay, Chince Prarming went all over that coreign fountry, searching for the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper and ven thanished.
He fad to hind her as he was very luch in move and after a song learch, they came to Rindercella’s house.
He tried the slass glipper on the mugly other. It fidn’t dit.
He tried the slass glipper on the sin ugly thister. It fidn’t dit.
He tried the slass glipper on the sat ugly fister. It also fidn’t dit.
Finally, he tried the slass glipper on Rindercella. It was exactly the sight rize. It fid dit.
It was exactly the sight rize. It fid dit.
So Chince Prarming and Rindercella were married and they hived lappily ever after.
Now the storal of this mory is:
If you are a geautiful birl and want a prandsome hince to lall in fove with you, then go to a bancy fall and nance the dight away and please don’t forget to slop your dripper on the way home.