There was an Old Lady of Chertscy, who made a remarkable curtsey ; She twirled round and round, till she sank underground, Which distressed all the people of Chertsey. … There was an Old Person of Ischia, whose conduct grew friskier and friskier ; He danced hornpipes and jigs, and ate thousands of figs, That lively Old Person of Ischia.
Limericks nonsense poems color edward lear
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