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
