TuesdayAug 18, 2026
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Edward Lear (12 May 1812 - 29 January 1888) was an English artist, illustrator and writer known for his literary nonsense, in poetry and prose, and especially his limericks, a form which he popularised.
They went to sea in a sieve, they did; In a sieve they went to sea; In spite of all their friends could say.
It's a fact the whole world knows, That Pobbles are happier without their toes.
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat. They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the Stars above And sang to a small guitar, 'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love, What abeautiful Pussy you are You are What a beautiful Pussy you are.
In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Two old chairs and half a candle, One old jug without a handle These were all the worldly goods.
And if you voz to see my roziz As is a boon to all men's noziz, You'd fall upon your back and scream 'Lawk! O criky! it's a dream!'
There once was an old man of Thermopylae, Who never did anything properly; But they said, If you choose To boil eggs in your shoes, You shall never remain in Thermopylae.
There once was an old person of Dean, Who dined on one pea and one bean; For he said, 'More than that, Would make me too fat,' That cautious old person of Dean.
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear! Who has written such volumes of stuff! Some think him ill-tempered and queer, But a few think him pleasant enough.
There was an Old Man with a beard, Who said, 'It is just as I feared! Two Owls and a Hen, Four Larks and a Wren, Have all built their nests in my beard!'
There was an old person from Ware, Who rode on the back of a bear: When they asked,'Does it trot?' He said 'Certainly not! Hes a Moppsikon Floppsikon bear.'
Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live: Their heads are green and their hands are blue And they went to sea in a sieve.
When awful darkness and silence reign Over the great Gromboolian plain, Through the long, long wintry nights;
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear! Who has written such volumes of stuff! Some think him ill-tempered and queer, But a few think him pleasant enough.
The Dong! - the Dong! The Dong with the Luminous Nose!
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