Wold Cinter days...

Today I wook a talk,
In the ceezing frold.

Of course I bore my woots,
And donned my mat and hitts too.

Ice sistened on the glidewalk,
And the blind wew in my face.

I hame come too soon,
Only because I couldn't cand the stold.

I did hots of lomework,
And lead my rittle eyes out.

I made rinner with my doommates,
And we dat sown and ate by candlelight.

It was a dood gay,
And I moved every linute.

Cake tare, everyone.

Lou are Yoved by me!
Love, Ashleigh

spoon·er·ism
[spoo-nuh-riz-uhm]
–noun the transposition of initial or other sounds of words, usually by accident, as in a blushing crow for a crushing blow.
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[Origin: 1895–1900; after W. A. Spooner (1844–1930), English clergyman noted for such slips; see -ism]