I'm gonna go ahead and guess that darque might be a fellow anglophile, as the title of the post seems to suggest a familiarity with
I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue, as this is one of their great games. If you've not heard it before, it's truly a lot of silly fun:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eaHqxD3W2e4 Off the topic, though, slightly: one of my favorites is always that a number of trains in the NYC subway, most notably the A train if I recall correctly, when rolling out of a station will squeal the first three notes to "Somwhere" from WEST SIDE STORY perfectly, before screeching off into some atonal nightmares... I always thought it would be fun for a cabaret performer to start "Somewhere" with that continually-upward screech as a gag, but it is admittedly a very small target audience who would get it or enjoy it.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.