More Nonsense Limerick 69

There was an old person in gray,
Whose feelings were tinged with dismay;
She purchased two parrots,
And fed them with carrots,
Which pleased that old person in gray.

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.

Edward Lear

Book Of Nonsense Limerick 93.

Edward Lear, Simple Poetry

Calico Pie.

Edward Lear, Simple Poetry

More Nonsense Limerick 73

Edward Lear, Simple Poetry

The Duck And The Kangaroo.

Edward Lear, Simple Poetry

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There was an old man of Dunrose;
A parrot seized hold of his nose.
When he grew melancholy,
They said, "His name's Polly,"
Which soothed that old man of Dunrose.

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More Nonsense Limerick 94

There was an old person of Bar,
Who passed all her life in a jar,
Which she painted pea-green,
To appear more serene,
That placid old person of Bar.

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More Nonsense Limerick 62

There was an old man whose despair
Induced him to purchase a hare:
Whereon one fine day
He rode wholly away,
Which partly assuaged his despair.

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More Nonsense Limerick 64

There was an old person of Nice,
Whose associates were usually Geese.
They walked out together
In all sorts of weather,
That affable person of Nice!

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More Nonsense Limerick 47

There was an old person of Pett,
Who was partly consumed by regret;
He sate in a cart,
And ate cold apple tart,
Which relieved that old person of Pett.

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More Nonsense Limerick 84

There was an old man in a tree,
Whose whiskers were lovely to see;
But the birds of the air
Pluck'd them perfectly bare,
To make themselves nests in that tree.

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