I will incline mine ear to the parable, and shew my dark speech upon the harpfrom Psalm 49
Edward Gorey - a true genius. And a master of limericks:A certain young man, it was noted,Went about in the heat thickly-coated;He said, "You may scoff,But I shan't take it off;Underneath I am horribly bloated."And,Said Francesca, "My lack of volitionIs leading me straight to perdition;But I haven't the strngthTo go to the lengthOf making an act of contrition."And, perhaps my favorite,Each night Father fills me with dreadWhen he sits on the foot of my bed;I'd not mind that he speaksIn gibbers and squeaks,But for seventeen years he's been dead.
Thanks for those Gorey limericks, Bob! I think I like the one about Francesca the best.
Coincidentally, my daughter The Authoress yesterday stumbled across this.
For some reason, I can't open the link from here -- but I see you've posted it at Trousered Ape (am assuming it's the same thing?). Very good! Thank you.
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