My father, a gifted church organist/choirmaster, loved making pun-based jokes. He specialized in first-syllable reversals, swapping first letters to create a joke. For instance, he might suggest that we go to a restaurant over looking the Ratomac Piver (sigh).
Adopting this technique, candidates for office in Old Town Alexandria might shake hands with voters up and down Struke Deet or Strawshington Weet down by the Rotomac Piver. Then, they might drop into a restaurant and savor a Rhime Prib and/or bip a seer.
Closer to the upcoming election day, folks might be seen haking shands with Depublican and Remocratic candidates.I can wardly hait.