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.

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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More Nonsense Limerick 42

There was an old person of Sheen,
Whose expression was calm and serene;
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And drank bottled porter,
That placid old person of Sheen.

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There was an old person of Grange,
Whose manners were scroobious and strange;
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That aquatic old person of Grange.

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More Nonsense Limerick 40

There was an old person of Pisa,
Whose daughters did nothing to please her;
She dressed them in gray,
And banged them all day,
Round the walls of the city of Pisa.

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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.

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There was an old person of Bude,
Whose deportment was vicious and crude;
He wore a large ruff
Of pale straw-colored stuff,
Which perplexed all the people of Bude.

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More Nonsense Limerick 91

There was an old man, who when little
Fell casually into a kettle;
But, growing too stout,
He could never get out,
So he passed all his life in that kettle.

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