A high school boy wrote that “In 1957, Eugene O’Neill won a Pullet Surprise.” Thus was born a famous award to authors: THE PULLET SURPRISE
Here are examples of winning verse:
We found it hard to understand his Scottish derelict.
The doctor said to take some milk of amnesia.
Fred’s mother washed out his mouth with soap to curb his cursory tendencies.
The Rocky Mountain road was the most cynic of our trip.
I was enchanted to read that soldiers of high rank wear opulents on their shoulders, that space flying may be affected by comic rays.
I also found out about a banker whose money was well infested, a man who drove a Chivalry, and a young woman who was always making social plunders.
I met such interesting characters as Aunt Phoebe, a matriculate housekeeper; Mr. Graham, the local weather procrastinator; a young man who gave his fiancee a choice between a ruby and an atheist; and another chap who liked any kind of camisole dish.
Did you know that every state is permitted to send two Centaurs to Congress? That the Sarah Desert they traveled by Camelot? That Moses went up on Mount Cyanide to get the Ten Commandments?
Monks live in a monetary. An antithesis is something given before surgery, and a paradox is a lovely place to go when you die.
It’s too soon to have lunch. I want to starve it off for a while.
It was spreading like wildflower.
Wendy Crisp’s grandmother is always getting her dandruff up, and she frequently comes home worn to a fragile.
Dorothy Anderson’s sister has a neighbor who picked a lawyer out of the phone book at ransom.
Lillian Sturbergh knew a woman whose husband sometimes didn’t munch words.
Prices in the supermarket are absorbent.
A hospital patient was being put in tension.
An elderly neighbor fears she is going berkshire.
(The preceding are from “How to win a Pullet Surprise” by Jack Smith.)