Elegant wordplay springs up in the most unexpected places...

Stinque posted some Selections from the London Review of Books classifieds for March 12, 2009. The list included:

Fanciable sylph, 52, seeks diversion.

Leading the ever clever TtWS to post:

Tommmcatt the Wet Sprocket
6:46 PM • TUESDAY • MARCH 24, 2009
I dunno, I think a tryst with a fanciable slyph, 52, would be kinda delightful if I were in her age range and inclined that way.

Compelling the Wrong Coast Legal Eagle to query:

SanFranLefty
6:54 PM • TUESDAY • MARCH 24, 2009
@Tommmcatt the Wet Sprocket:
Is a slyph a slutty sylph?

And here our exchange takes a turn to the wonderful, as TtWS responds, a mere 30 minutes later:

Tommmcatt the Wet Sprocket
7:32 PM • TUESDAY • MARCH 24, 2009
@SanFranLefty:
Surely a “slyph” is a slut of a sylph,
Sure as “soot” after sweeping is “toos”,
Or the sleeve of a sluice can combine to make sluve,
and the sound when a cat flees is “mewve”.

If we dun ourselves in to the spelling of words,
or dole them out only by what they might mean,
We miss out on some funderful combomakeshuns,
And our use of the language is lean.

So celebretype words of the neolodge sort!
And forgive me my lapses in art,
and if my lackodaise use of orthograpy hurts,
I apolomake stryght from my heart.

SFL, clearly smote, responds:

SanFranLefty
7:37 PM • TUESDAY • MARCH 24, 2009
@Tommmcatt the Wet Sprocket:
Wanna play Scrabble?

TtWS, recognizing genius as well as crafting it, responds:

Tommmcatt the Wet Sprocket
7:39 PM • TUESDAY • MARCH 24, 2009
@SanFranLefty:
That was a practically perfect response in every way, darling.

My day is made. It can not get better. I am going to bed.