Showing posts with label Edward Lear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Edward Lear. Show all posts

Monday, September 16, 2013

Nonsense Alphabet (Edward Lear)

Again, I am le tired, but I couldn't resist this charming poem by Edward Lear.

It's like a primer for kindergarteners. I read it aloud (of course!) and the gait is so pleasant and fun. The little rejoinders of the lower case letters almost seem smirking they are so quick and sharp.

Delightful! It would go so well with illustration -- it simply must exist in that form somewhere. But even without pictures, the words are charming enough!

Favorite line: "I was some ice / So white and so nice, / But which nobody tasted; / And so it was wasted."
I I was some ice So white and so nice, But which nobody tasted; And so it was wasted. i All that good ice! - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22065#sthash.bArLvCsw.dpuf

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

The Book of Nonsense, 11 (Edward Lear)

I am beyond tired at the moment, so tonight's poem will be the super short and funny limerick #11 (possibly 12) by Edward Lear.

The title of the post on poets.org says that it will be #11, but in the poem itself it says #12, so who knows which it is (or perhaps that is just more of the nonsense!).

There are 3 limericks on the page, but #11 is the only one that made me crack a smile. I love picturing this lady with a chin so big she can play it! Funny to me, at least. Like I said, I'm tired.


Favorite line: "And played several tunes with her chin."

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Book of Nonsense (Edward Lear)

I haven't written in a while and sorry bout that. Thanksgiving is to blame as is wedding stuff. Today's poem is actually three snippets from the Book of Nonsense by Edward Lear. All three snippets are limericks. AABBA.

Limerick=Light Humor. It's practically a fact. I don't know of any limericks that have a harder or darker edge.

These poems don't mean much. They are, after all, nonsense. However, they do, at least, give mini portraits of three denizens of this nonsensical world (which may very well be our own).

Favorite line: "There was an Old Man in a tree,/Who was horribly bored by a Bee"