I tried to find an on-line make your own mad lib, but the one I found either didn’t work or was designed for collecting emails and since I don’t have time to write an app myself, here’s a Regency Mad Lib for you to play with. It’s probably more fun if you at least mentally go over the list of words, then if you like (please!!) paste the result into a comment so we can all laugh at those wacky Regency heroines!
The mad lib itself is below the list….
- City or Place or just something geological
- adjective beginning with a consonant
- verb
- body part (male or gender neutral)
- adjective beginning with a vowel
- age
- Month
- piece of furniture
- item found in an office
- complimentary adjective
- a man’s first name
- another man’s first name
- amphibian
- adverb
- adjective
- an older Woman’s name
- gerund
- Day of the week
- male profession – something in trade or service
- paltry number
- Adverb
- Heroine’s name
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My dear Lord [1: City or Place or geological something]hamstone
I write to you of a [2: adjective] event that has resulted in it being necessary to [3. verb] myself at your [4. body part] and beg for assistance. Not money. I would never importune you in such an [5. adjective] fashion. But I am but [6. age] and unmarried. My father’s death this past [7. month] in a [8. piece of furniture] accident has left me an orphan. In going through his [9. item found in an office] I have discovered that your [10. complimentary adjective] person is my guardian. My uncle [11. a Man’s first name] has told me I must marry his eldest son [12. another man’s name], who is, not to put too fine a point on it, a [13. amphibian]. He has made [14. adverb] [15. adjective] advances to me. My Aunt [16. woman’s name] is of no assistance in [17. gerund] my virtue. [18. Day of week] last I overheard her bargaining with the [19. male profession] to sell my person to him for the sum of [20. paltry number] pounds.
I beg of you,
Assist me ere it is too late.
Yours ever so [21. adverb]
[22. Heroine’s name].
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Carolyn’s Result (with her son’s assistance]
My dear Lord Stonehamstone
I write to you of a charitable event that has resulted in it being necessary to donate myself at your nostril and beg for assistance. Not money. I would never importune you in such an obese fashion. But I am but eighty-two and unmarried. My father’s death this past June in a sofa accident has left me an orphan. In going through his quill pens I have discovered that your nice person is my guardian. My uncle Merlin has told me I must marry his eldest son Harold, who is, not to put too fine a point on it, a newt. He has made colorfully robotic advances to me. My Aunt Sally is of no assistance in sqwaking my virtue. Monday last I overheard her bargaining with the groom to sell my person to him for the sum of six pounds.
I beg of you,
Assist me ere it is too late.
Yours ever so peacefully
Casey
What exactly are “colorfully robotic” advances? I’ve never heard of those before. Should I be worried? Newt fit perfectly though.
We played mad libs at my sister’s wedding shower. It was pretty funny.
I leave “colorfully robotic advances” to your imagination.
My dear Lord Salisburyhamstone
I write to you of a pretty event that has resulted in it being necessary to tipple myself at your abs and beg for assistance. Not money. I would never importune you in such an articulated fashion. But I am but 25 and unmarried. My father’s death this past May in a chaise accident has left me an orphan. In going through his inkwell I have discovered that your hunky person is my guardian. My uncle Sebastian has told me I must marry his eldest son Quincy, who is, not to put too fine a point on it, a gekko. He has made hurriedly learned advances to me. My Aunt Philomena is of no assistance in spooning my virtue. Wednesday last I overheard her bargaining with the ostler to sell my person to him for the sum of 3 pounds.
I beg of you,
Assist me ere it is too late.
Yours ever so wickedly
Ophelia.
My dear Lord Stonehamstone
I write to you of a Ready event that has resulted in it being necessary to Quote myself at your Forearm and beg for assistance. Not money. I would never importune you in such an Almighty fashion. But I am but 27 and unmarried. My father’s death this past July in a Sideboard accident has left me an orphan. In going through his penknife, I have discovered that your Estimable person is my guardian. My uncle George has told me I must marry his eldest Harold, who is, not to put too fine a point on it, a Newt. He has made Tragically Young advances to me. My Aunt Bertha is of no assistance in Singing my virtue. Tuesday last I overheard her bargaining with the Knife Boy to sell my person to him for the sum of Three pounds.
I beg of you,
Assist me ere it is too late.
Yours ever so Crookedly
Delphine
Clearly, I was too excited about the opportunity to Regency Mad-Lib to actually read the example. Though it is interesting to see that my mind runs in the same vein as Carolyn’s.
I’m listening to the Mariners play the Tigers on the radio, so…
My dear Lord Ballparkhamstone
I write to you of a fast event that has resulted in it being necessary to swing myself at your elbow and beg for assistance. Not money. I would never importune you in such an easy fashion. But I am but 36 and unmarried. My father’s death this past October in a bench accident has left me an orphan. In going through his pencil I have discovered that your consistent person is my guardian. My uncle Ichiro has told me I must marry his eldest son Felix, who is, not to put too fine a point on it, a salamander. He has made happily athletic advances to me. My Aunt Eunice is of no assistance in pitching my virtue. Saturday last I overheard her bargaining with the groundskeeper to sell my person to him for the sum of 2 pounds.
I beg of you,
Assist me ere it is too late.
Yours ever so sharply,
Annie
Oh my. These are funny!
This was entirely too much fun!
My dear Lord Eyjafjallajökullhamstone
I write to you of a sartorial event that has resulted in it being necessary to articulate myself at your knee and beg for assistance. Not money. I would never importune you in such an erotic fashion. But I am but 26 and unmarried. My father’s death this past April in a wardrobe accident has left me an orphan. In going through his account book I have discovered that your gorgeous person is my guardian. My uncle Eckelbert has told me I must marry his eldest son Engelbert, who is, not to put too fine a point on it, a garden toad. He has made portly amphibious advances to me. My Aunt Irmantrude is of no assistance in disavowing my virtue. Thursday last I overheard her bargaining with the surgeon to sell my person to him for the sum of 2 pounds.
I beg of you,
Assist me ere it is too late.
Yours ever so giddily,
Rosebud
My dear Lord New Yorkhamstone
I write to you of a ethereal event that has resulted in it being necessary to dance myself at your nose and beg for assistance. Not money. I would never importune you in such an intelligent fashion. But I am but19 and unmarried. My father’s death this past September in a table accident has left me an orphan. In going through his stapler I have discovered that your delicious person is my guardian. My uncle Nick has told me I must marry his eldest son Todd, who is, not to put too fine a point on it, a frog. He has made quickly shy advances to me. My Aunt Marnie is of no assistance in poking my virtue. Thursday last I overheard her bargaining with the captain to sell my person to him for the sum of 2 pounds.
I beg of you,
Assist me ere it is too late.
Yours ever so joyfully
Jemima.
My dear Lord Canyonhamstone:
I write to you of a cute event that has resulted in it being necessary to float myself at your Achilles’ heel and beg for assistance. Not money. I would never importune you in such a smelly fashion. But I am but 21 and unmarried. My father’s death this past December in a Barcalounger accident has left me an orphan. In going through his typewriter I have discovered that your fuzzy person is my guardian. My uncle Brian has told me I must marry his eldest son Fred, who is, not to put too fine a point on it, a frog. He has made sleepily blue advances to me. My Aunt Carol is of no assistance in running my virtue. Wednesday last I overheard her bargaining with the woodworker to sell my person to him for the sum of 2 pounds.
I beg of you,
Assist me ere it is too late.
Yours ever so quickly,
Henrietta.
Hah! You guys are great!
The heroine definitely is going for cheap.
I wonder if his lordship will rescue the amphibian averse heroine or if she will end up belonging to the blacksmith for 2 pounds.