Spoonerisms are named after the Reverend W. A. Spooner (1844-1930) who was Dean and Warden of New College in Oxford, England. He is reputed to have frequently made verbal slips where, by accidentally rearranging his words, he said something quite different from what he intended. Several of the following were actually his own. I'm honored to speak to so many noble tons of soil. (to British farmers) 
When our boys come home from France, we'll have the hags flung out.
This navy has many cattle ships and bruisers.
Which of us has not felt in his heart a half-warmed fish?
Three cheers for our queer old dean!
Is the bean dizzy?
You hissed my mystery lecture.
You have tasted two worms.
That's just a finer malt.
Please pardon my tips of the slung.
You have a nosey little cook here.
May these loving words tease your ears.
Our Lord is a shoving leopard.
I believe you're occupewing my pie.
May I sew you to another sheet?
For now we see through a dark, glassly.
Please how your beds.
That's a disgusting lack of pies!
Go help me sod.
I'm as ready as a stock.
I'm fighting a liar.
May sod rest his goal.
This is a well-boiled icicle.
Ah! A scoop of boy trouts!
It's time to shake a tower.
You have very mad banners.
How's the weather?
Wave the sails!
I hit my bunny phone.
What a pretty flutter by.
I hear bedding wells.
Have some belly jeans.
and finally, just for fun, I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
Our customers enter optimistically and leave misty optically. (a tavern sign)
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