Now that we all know about Strine, it's time to reveal the true depths of
Professor Afferback Lauder's research.

He also discovered Fraffly - the language spoken by some denizens of the
south of England.

A sample:

"Sholleh you compy sirius. Shears a fess lecker bet lex, end four thombs.
Ay fender paw stiffleh noss yetting."

"Meddier boy, youm snofferget her femmlair are Bocksher people, enchies
fraffly clefferetter renching flozz."
(Lauder 1968:55)

Translating into English, we get:

"Surely, you can't be serious. She's a face like a battle axe, and four
thumbs. I find her positively nauseating."

"My dear boy, you must not forget her family are Berkshire people, and
she's frightfully clever at arranging flowers."

There was a young fellow named Cholmondeley,
Whose bride was so mellow and colmondeley
That the best man, Colquhoun,
An inane young bolqufoun,
Could only stand still and stare dolmondeley.

The bridegroom's first cousin, young Belvoir,
Whose dad was a Lancashire welvoir,
Arrived with George Bohun
At just about nohun
When excitement was mounting to felvoir.

The vicar - his surname was Beauchamp -
Of marriage endeavoured to teauchamp,
While the bridesmaid, Miss Marjoribanks,
Played one or two harjoripranks;
But the shoe that she threw failed to reauchamp.

An adventurous pirate named Menzies
Simultaneously boarded two denzies.
The Rover, Sir Ralph,
Said, "Do you think that's salph?
You don't want to damage your thenzies."

The Baron of Fawsley, Lord St. John,
Had a fine buckskin coat with a frt. john.
He said, "It was guthven
Me by Viscount Ruthven,
Who thinks I'm a cowboy, or t. john."

As a youngster, Sir Reggie Pole-Carew
Was a sissy, and dubbed the schole-farew.
He fled from Lord Tyrwhitt,
Who had dressed as a spyrwhitt,
For he found any ghost or ghole-scarew.