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

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

SPOONFUL





It could be a spoonful of water,
Saved from the deserts sand.
But one spoon of them fortifies
Save you from another man.

 Men lies about little,
Some of them cries about little,
Some of them dies about littles.
Everything fight about a spoonful,
Dat spoon, dat spoon, dat ...





Edward Lear artwork: Pompey’s pillar (1858); the pyramids with the sphinx and palms (1858).

Friday, May 10, 2013

AT SEA





"They went to sea in a sieve, they did,
In a sieve they went to sea:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,
In a sieve they went to sea.

      *      *      *      *      *

"They sailed away in a sieve, they did,
In a sieve they sailed so fast,
With only a beautiful pea-green veil,
Tied with a riband by way of a sail,
To a small tobacco-pipe mast;" 

 
And so on. You see that it is quite possible to go to sea in a sieve—that is, if the sieve is large enough and the water is not too rough—and that the above lines are now realized in every particular.





  -- C.V. Boys – Soap-Bubbles and Forces Which Mould Them (1896).