Rerun: I, Anagram

(This is a short little re-post from the earliest days of this blog.  Most of my readers won't have seen it.  Any interesting anagrams for your name?)
  
Crap is ill; that’s me, and I craps ill, or at least I used to.  G, I am nil ill scrap, in my fullness; and I limp in slag, Carl.   Larry says he doesn’t want to know who Carl is. I say he’s my back-door man.  Poor Carl.  Well, we don’t have a back door anyway, and Carl is merely four rearranged letters out of fifteen.

But I really am a small, ailing crip. That discovery made my day. I just had to share it.