A vile beastly rottenheaded foolbegotten brazenthroated pernicous piggish screaming, tearing, roaring, perplexing, splitmecrackle crashmecriggle insane ass of a woman is practising howling below-stairs with a brute of a singingmaster so horribly, that my head is nearly off. — Edward Lear Copy Share Image
There was an Old Man of Messina, Whose daughter was named Opsibeena; She wore a small wig, and rode out on a pig, To… — Edward Lear Copy Share Image
And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner, But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner? — Edward Lear Copy Share Image
“O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!” — Edward Lear Copy Share Image
“There was a Young Person of Smyrna, whose grandmother threatened to burn her; But she seized on the cat, and said, "Granny, burn that!… — Edward Lear Copy Share Image
“They went to sea in a Sieve, they did, In a Sieve they went to sea: In spite of all their friends could say,… — Edward Lear Copy Share Image
“The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, "O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful… — Edward Lear Copy Share Image
“And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.” — Edward Lear Copy Share Image
There was a Young Lady of Poole, Whose soup was excessively cool; So she put it to boil, by the aid of some oil,… — Edward Lear Copy Share Image
And if you voz to see my roziz As is a boon to all men's noziz, - You'd fall upon your back and scream… — Edward Lear Copy Share Image
