We’ve made it to the end of the week, so it’s time to lighten the mood with muddled metaphors, idioms, and other valiant-but-failed attempts at figurative language. The results are inadvertent yet successful attempts at levity, jocularity, and generally increased levels of dopamine.
I destroy and recombine perfectly serviceable metaphors, idioms, and other innocents on a regular basis. Because I avidly collect others’ with glee, I know I’m not alone.
I’ve heard them called malaphors and malaprops, but I strongly disagree with using malaprop as any part of a description; first, because the term is ill-applied in an ironic twist (malaprops are intentional attempts to sound grand); and second, because mal itself, meaning “bad” is simply untrue—fun with words is never bad!
I’d go for something like risiphor or ridiphor, using the Latin risus, past participle of ridere "to laugh," meaning "laughable, capable of exciting laughter, comical" + pherein "to carry, bear" (from PIE root *bher- (1) "to carry," also "to bear children"). The result? “bearing laughter offspring.” Perfect!
As a bonus, who could resist saying, “That is patently risiphorous!” or “Another great ridiphor, Lukas!”
Although it bothers some who actually get these expressions right, the endless combinations that the rest of us come up with deserve a wide-girthed mirth berth.
And, even though these might technically appear to be…well…mistakes, I think they show a lack of rigidity at worst, and a creative brilliance at best. In fact, an utterance combining more than two original elements is golden in my book.
So, I say we enjoy these twisted treasures for all they’re cracked up to be. As my daughter used to say when she was but a wee sass, “Mom, that tickles my timbers!”
Happily, it’s genetic~
Not out of the blue, I’m plum tired, so I’m taking this golden opportunity to slip off to sleep by the light of the silvery moon, to slumber in technicolor so I’ll be in the pink tomorrow!
You’re comparing apples and horses of a different color.
He’s a little green behind the ears.
Our family has a lot of black sheep in the closet.
Every lemon has a silver lining.
We're going to paint the town with flying colors!
Thank you for stopping in to the Verbihund Café for a cup of color!
May your weekend be filled with hues of beauty~
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Is it you or me? I don't know, but these are starting to make more and more sense...
Are we talking about horse apples?
I happen to be a bit green behind my ears at the present time (don't ask).
People who don't live in the city, and who therefore might have sheep, also have very large closets.
If you keep a lemon long enough, and then too long, it does develop a silver lining.
Again, depending upon the town...
I'll go with "Our family has a lot of black sheep in the closet" as my favorite. It provided quite the mental image.