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There was an old man of Dunluce,
Who went out to sea on a goose:
When he'd gone out a mile,
He observ'd with a smile,
"It is time to return to Dunluce."

Edward Lear

Edward Lear was an English artist, musician, author, and poet famous for his literary nonsense and limericks. Born on May 12, 1812, in Holloway, England, Lear created a genre of literary nonsense that influenced many later English writers. He is best known for his work 'A Book of Nonsense' and 'The Owl and the Pussycat.' His whimsical style and imaginative use of language captivated both children and adults alike. Lear passed away on January 29, 1888.

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There was an old man in a barge,
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There was an old person of Nice,
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They walked out together
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There was an old person of Bree,
Who frequented the depths of the sea;
She nurs'd the small fishes,
And washed all the dishes,
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There was an old person of Loo,
Who said, "What on earth shall I do?"
When they said, "Go away!"
She continued to stay,
That vexatious old person of Loo.

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More Nonsense Limerick 90

There was an old man of Blackheath,
Whose head was adorned with a wreath
Of lobsters and spice,
Pickled onions and mice,
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