MOTHER, DAUGHTER, GRANDDAUGHTER
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.
THE MOTHERS ANN OF EDWARD LEAR
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.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, J. M. BARRIE
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.
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS
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.
THE AMZO LIMERICK
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
A SQUARE WHEEL OF VINTAGE OZ BOOKS
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
When lost in the Danken Wood
I find it is always good
to gather your bearings
consulting with herrings
or Little Red Riding Hood.
BOOK SIX – THE WICKED WAND
NOISY NEIGHBORS
When the neighbors are this noisy I can’t get any sleep.
I prefer my flowers never to make a single peep.















