Fiddleeebod

Did we look for the mouse hundreds of times, my toddler son and I?

You bet, and gladly I’d do it again, given the chance to try.

Mother (with necklace) Lorelei Lo

Daughter (hair parted in the middle) Lovey

Granddaughter (somber, wistful) Ambergold

M: raised by a Dragon; D: drank from a flagon; G: rode in a wagon.

M: collected shoes and pins; D: could not abide grins; G: was the mother of twins.

M: had a favorite lamp; D: was the hopping champ; G: loved to camp.

Had Mother’s Day been around and about in the 1800s, Edward Lear would have had to compose 2 loving limericks to celebrate the day. For you see, Edward was the 20th child born to Ann and Jeremiah Lear. Yes, you heard that right. And yes, that’s Ann #1. Ann #2 was Edward’s eldest sister, 21 years his senior. Owing to understandable family hardships, when Edward was four years of age, he moved with his sister Ann into a separate domicile, where he was doted upon by said sister for the rest of her life. So:

A pair of Anns had Edward Lear

from infancy on to help him rear.

His Ma, quite tired,

and his sis, more wired,

both helped to shape their Eddie dear.

J. M. Barrie was a little tiny man.

He wrote the story of Peter Pan.

Did he do it very well?

You bet, according to Tinkerbell.

I wandered through the looking glass the other day in search of Alice. I had a question I wanted to ask her. She wasn’t there, though. Neither Queen, Red or White, had seen her lately. Both Queens urged me to join them fishing for socks in the stream. I made an excuse, explaining to them how I really had to be home in time to spread marmalade in the garden. That seemed reasonable to them, and so I returned to our side of the looking glass and went outside to spread marmalade in the garden.

When Amzo was the Queen of Clover

her daughter to a Dragon she had to hand over

A rescue, it seems,

was found only in dreams

and a sliver of hope in a magical rover

I’ve had these Oz books with me for nearly 60 years. I have one more wheel’s worth plus a few spares.

When lost in the Danken Wood

I find it is always good

to gather your bearings

consulting with herrings

or Little Red Riding Hood.

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When the neighbors are this noisy I can’t get any sleep.

I prefer my flowers never to make a single peep.