How pleasant to know Mr. Lear! Who has written such volumes of stuff! Some think him ill-tempered and queer, But a few think him pleasant enough. His mind is concrete and fastidious, His nose is remarkably big; His visage is more or less hideous, His beard resembles a wig. He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers, Leastways if you reckon two thumbs; Long ago he was one of the singers, But now he is one of the dumbs. He sits in a beautiful parlor, With hundreds of books on the wall; He drinks a great deal of Marsala, But never gets tipsy at all. He has many friends, laymen and clerical; Old Foss is the name of his cat; His body is perfectly spherical, He weareth a runcible hat. When he walks in a waterproof white, The children run after him so! Calling out, "He's come our in his night- Gown, that crazy old Englishman, oh!" He weeps by the side of the ocean, He weeps on the top of the hill; He purchases pancakes and lotion, And chocolate shrimps from the mill. He reads but he cannot speak Spanish, He cannot abide ginger-beer: Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish, How pleasant to know Mr. Lear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BARREL-ORGAN by ALFRED NOYES THE SONG OF THE CAMP by BAYARD TAYLOR CUSTER'S LAST CHARGE [JUNE 25, 1876] by FREDERICK WHITTAKER SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 4. SHE REMEMBERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 99. AZ-ZABOOR by EDWIN ARNOLD IDYLL 16. TO THE EVENING STAR by BION |