There was an old person of Blythe,
Who cut up his meat with a scythe;
When they said, “Well! I never!”
He cried, “Scythes for ever!”
That lively old person of Blythe.
by Edward Lear: “More Nonsense, Pictures, Rhymes, Botany, Etc.” (1872), limerick 72
Who cut up his meat with a scythe;
When they said, “Well! I never!”
He cried, “Scythes for ever!”
That lively old person of Blythe.
by Edward Lear: “More Nonsense, Pictures, Rhymes, Botany, Etc.” (1872), limerick 72
