One of me favorite past times is to read me large collection of books. Every once in a while I get the notion to go back and pick up one of me books from childhood and take a good peruse. This morning I took it upon meself to ponder the likes of Edward Gorey and Edward Lear. Two of me favorites as a child growing up. Can’t imagine why I took such a liking to these odd gentlemen who were both prolific in their unique works. Of course, if ye’ve come to learn anything at all about Mrs. Mooney, ye’ll know I consider silliness next to cleanliness…or would that be cleanliness next to silliness…

Oh well, no matter, I believe ye get me point!

So this morning I will share with you a wondrous limerick by Edward Lear and hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Of course I am currently working on a NEW Half Penny Dreadful that I shall post shortly along with my latest in profound limerick-ery for yer pleasure.

The Owl and the Pussycat

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!’

Pussy said to the Owl, ‘You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?’
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

‘Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?’ Said the Piggy, ‘I will.’
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

…and if that weren’t enough te tease yer brain, visit Edward Lear online.