…is National Limerick Day. Whoop! Who knew? Ha. Most probably the most useless information of the day.
Limericks were popularised by Edward Lear in his “Book of Nonsense” in 1846. In truth, they irritate me – so instead, I give you another of his poems, my childhood favourite, The Owl and the Pussy Cat. I commissioned the illustration from Kitty age 7. I’d have liked Mack to have read this at our wedding but things were troubled then and I didn’t know if she’d be there. So this is for her, her dad and my own kids, in honour of Mr Lear.
If you fancy joining in, let me know your favourite poem.
Happy National Limerick Day.
The Owl and the Pussy cat went to seaIn 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 growsAnd there in a wood a Piggy-wig stoodWith 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 shillingYour ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”So they took it away, and were married next dayBy 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.