Happy Birthday Edward Lear
One hundred four long years ago
He never knew his fame would grow
He started a trend
That would never end
The bane of all poets, you know!
He called it a limerick, you see
It was as simple as could be
Just a touch of cheek
With a little tweak
The last line is what holds the key.
All you have to do is begin
I’ll pick up my paper and pen
Write a silly quip
It’s been a long trip
I’ll write one for you with a grin!
“There was an old lady you see
Came to poetry late, said she
She tried and she tried
Then put pen aside…
Alas, that old lady was Me!”
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