One fellow decided that, “All alarms are ‘false alarms,’ if you can look in the mirror and you’re still alive.”
And from the Control Tower a voice crackled out:
“More ‘Flying Fortresses of Wisdom’ than can, on a dark night, pass for ‘Pea-Brained Piper Cubs!’”
In some swanky European Cafes, swanky-wanky patrons do not CARE for their proverbs served invertedly.
And now this regally presented Royal Query:
Why would the king bother to not have it announced that the stupid were to be shot?
(Some verbal area in some reader’s brain thought: “I don’t think I like that one for some reason.”)