I enjoy dismantling words and phrases, then putting them back together as altered yet similarly pronounced verbiage. Hiding words, and thus meaning, within another set of words is fun, adds depth to communication, gives the reader pause for wondered thought (if they can ply the ploy) and satisfies my need for creative endeavor. Some of my efforts are clever and interesting, but with some I go to elaborate lengths to con a smelly word play out of the material I haul to my purpose. Efforts to such reek-cons trucked toward that end tilt the scales of prosaic lie sense in the fertile lies errant to suplimentaling my garden words. Fertile eyes to blossom like a rose.