Anagrams by Ellie Dent

Ellie Dent

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Original text in yellow, anagram in pink.

The following 12 haiku have been anagrammed separately.
Shivering-- grey clouds darken mountain snow.	Overwrought-- mankind's yearning cloudiness.
My breath follows the chill wind- a morning walk.	Naked hollow warmth of wing- chillblains try me.
Bitter cold autumn wind - shivering lips.	Winter grim but old pinched - sun is vital.
A shabby scarecrow with broken arms- the cold hurts.	The sorry blackbird catches no worms A bush wreath.
Dead dry herbs- freezing wind.	Breeze did dawn fresh, drying.
Empty spider webs under the eaves- melting frost.	Evening street is damp fresh we'd stumble- poetry.
A jay perched on a branch misty December morn	Bird by jacaranda tree cheeps commoner hymn.
Frosty windshield crusted white, going nowhere.	Dowdy reindeer tow the sleigh now urchins' gifts.
The still cold air a fig leaf falls on the frosted windshield.	Fat fellow's flight reindeer aloft all dashin' to child's side.
Salmon drying in the smoke house caviar on a cracker.	A kid's stocking our avarice men can hear holy sermon.
Candies, cakes, wintertime pastries- tighter pants.	Taste in steak when prime persistent- gastric acid.
Christmas tree shining so bright- beautiful night.	Glittering bush bough, men's rites- Christian faith.

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Thanks for time to be together, turkey, talk, and tangy weather.
H for harvest stored away, home, and hearth, and holiday.
A for autumn's frosty art, and abundance in the heart.
N for neighbors, and November, nice things, new things to remember.
K for kitchen, kettles' croon, kith and kin expected soon.
S for sizzles, sights, and sounds, and something special that abounds.

T for taxbreak taken, tact, tea...then turn that worn bed.
H for hark! and household hazards hence.
A for art, away, or abandon.
N for NO end to work here.
K for kids.
S for stockings, sunshine and samba sounds.
G for gems...and the guy to purchase them.
I in others' entertaInment.
V's been very lazy.
I'm domesticated, I think.
N is the nap I need.
Get my gin bottle, glass. Then dishcloth.

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Shakespeare's 18th sonnet.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

(by William Shakespeare)

SHAKESPEARE THEME: A metaphor?

Who'll compare *you* to a summer day? Oh, what? The idea! You're lovelier, handsome...and milder. Fresh winds can threaten little buds, and besides, summer months don't last for long. Sometimes, the sun shines *too* hot, (get headaches). Sometimes its face is overcast.

Yeah, all fair things pass, either by accident or time. *Your* summer won't fade, nor will you lose that desirableness. Hell! Death shan't boast you're nothing! - a forgettable ghost, a sort of phantom, languishing there in the underworld's gloom - once fixed in verse.

Oh, look, as long as men live and see, I'm certain this means you're safe from harm... and live on.

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Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you're ok.
Money it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team.

The fat old bureaucrats,
Paid by moolah for second rate tat.
I saw Tory vagabonds make hay,
Healthy nation's mortgages waste away.
On-the-grab highwaymen, today.
I'm a lumber jack and I'm OK.

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A Magic Square, formed from the four words is hidden in the text. 1 2 3 4 1 H I R E 2 I C E S 3 R E A P 4 E S P Y
"Thy genius calls thee not to purchase fame. In keen iambics, but mild anagram... Leave writing plays, and choose for thy command Some peaceful province in Acrostic Land Where thou mayest wings display and altars raise And torture one poor word ten thousand ways." - Dryden.	There's no acrostic but a plan, A magic rectan- gle: why, if FOUR WORDs can be found, Each reads the same DOWN And 'CROSS. A letters potpourri: Nineteen minus three. Anyone who tries to play, Unravel today, May impress with an added skill, Command envy still, Is a god ... a champion guy!

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Updated: October 23, 2011

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