Before he decided to walk the earth in a diaper, Mr. Diapers was a regular attendant of the macaronic Sunday service at an Appalachian church – not just to hear the glorious mixture of Latin, English and unknown tongues resounding off the log walls but also because his invention (patent pending) Sssserpent Sssssserum was the only known antidote that could avail the inevitable consequence of the snake-handling ceremony.
~Lady Schwartz

I tried to make light of his macaronic ramblings, but to no avail: the only thing I truly understood aside from “Mendl, Mendl” was that Nigel Diapers was certainly being haunted by a female phantom that poured boiling hot tea on his trousers and baked bowl after bowl of clotted cream at 3am nightly.

–Cindy Capleton

I tried to no avail to get the song out of my head but ever since I checked today’s word of the day, I’ve been singing, “stuck a feather in his hat and called it macaronic!”

-Gladys Potter

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