There was an Old Person of Chili,
Whose conduct was painful and silly,
He sat on the stairs,
Eating apples and pears,
That imprudent Old Person of Chili.
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846), limerick 7
Whose conduct was painful and silly,
He sat on the stairs,
Eating apples and pears,
That imprudent Old Person of Chili.
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846), limerick 7
There was an Old Man who said, “How, -
Shall I flee from this horrible Cow?
I will sit on this stile,
And continue to smile,
Which may soften the heart of that Cow.”
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846), limerick 72
Shall I flee from this horrible Cow?
I will sit on this stile,
And continue to smile,
Which may soften the heart of that Cow.”
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846), limerick 72
There was an Old Man of Berlin,
Whose form was uncommonly thin;
Till he once, by mistake,
Was mixed up in a cake,
So they baked that Old Man of Berlin.
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846), limerick 89
Whose form was uncommonly thin;
Till he once, by mistake,
Was mixed up in a cake,
So they baked that Old Man of Berlin.
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846), limerick 89
There was an Old Man of the Dee,
Who was sadly annoyed by a flea;
When he said, “I will scratch it,”
They gave him a hatchet,
Which grieved that Old Man of the Dee.
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846), limerick 65
Who was sadly annoyed by a flea;
When he said, “I will scratch it,”
They gave him a hatchet,
Which grieved that Old Man of the Dee.
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846), limerick 65
There was a Young Lady of Norway,
Who casually sat on a doorway;
When the door squeezed her flat,
She exclaimed, ‘What of that?’
This courageous Young Lady of Norway.
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846)
Who casually sat on a doorway;
When the door squeezed her flat,
She exclaimed, ‘What of that?’
This courageous Young Lady of Norway.
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846)
There was a Young Lady of Troy,
Whom several large flies did annoy;
Some she killed with a thump,
Some she drowned at the pump,
And some she took with her to Troy.
by Edward Lear
Whom several large flies did annoy;
Some she killed with a thump,
Some she drowned at the pump,
And some she took with her to Troy.
by Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Dutton,
Whose head was so small as a button;
So to make it look big,
He purchased a wig,
And rapidly rushed about Dutton.
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846), limerick 78
Whose head was so small as a button;
So to make it look big,
He purchased a wig,
And rapidly rushed about Dutton.
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846), limerick 78
There was a Young Lady whose eyes
Were unique as to color and size;
When she opened them wide,
People all turned aside,
And started away in surprise.
By Edward Lear
Were unique as to color and size;
When she opened them wide,
People all turned aside,
And started away in surprise.
By Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of the Isles,
Whose face was pervaded with smiles;
He sung high dum diddle,
And played on the fiddle,
That amiable Man of the Isles.
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846), limerick 23
Whose face was pervaded with smiles;
He sung high dum diddle,
And played on the fiddle,
That amiable Man of the Isles.
by Edward Lear: “A Book of Nonsense” (1846), limerick 23
There was an Old Man of Blackheath,
Whose head was adorned with a wreath
Of lobsters and spice,
Pickled onions and mice,
That uncommon old man of Blackheath.
by Edward Lear
Whose head was adorned with a wreath
Of lobsters and spice,
Pickled onions and mice,
That uncommon old man of Blackheath.
by Edward Lear
