A Nonsense Anthology by Unknown
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The tender infant, meek and mild, Fell down upon the stone; The nurse took up the squealing child, But still the child squealed on. The Doctor is also responsible for If a man who turnips cries, Cry not when his father dies, 'Tis a proof that he would rather Have a turnip than a father. And indeed, among our best writers there are few who have not dropped into nonsense or semi-nonsense at one time or another. A familiar bit of nonsense prose is by S. Foote, and it is said that Charles Macklin used to recite it with great gusto: "She went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf to make an apple-pie, and at the same time a great she-bear coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. 'What, no soap?' so he died. She imprudently married the barber, and there were present the Pickaninnies, the Joblilies, the Gayrulies, and the Grand Panjandrum himself with the little round button on top, and they all fell to playing catch-as-catch-can till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots." |
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