THE HAT LIMERICK NOT ABOUT HATS
A strident reptilian fellow
Kept all kinds of stuff in his pillow
He lost lots of sleep which caused him to weep
Much more than the oft cited willow
A strident reptilian fellow
Kept all kinds of stuff in his pillow
He lost lots of sleep which caused him to weep
Much more than the oft cited willow
In honor of Edward Lear, who was not born on this date in any year you could name, the following poem is dedicated.
Once Jill was lost on a mountain
Once Jill was trapped in a fountain
Once Jill was captured by geese
Once Jill was jailed by her niece
Therefore, naturally
Jill now lives perched in a tree
Hand over hand she climbed the rope up to her aerie above the dead city on the dead world. She tumbled over the sill into the nearly vacant room. She grasped the strap of the satchel hanging around her neck and lifted it up and over her head. She placed the satchel on the floor and opened it. She reached in and brought forth a perfect little globe, a marble, pure and clear. Debor, for that was her name, brought the orb close to her analytic eye and examined it. A smile danced on her lips. She went to the table, the lone piece of furniture in the room, and took from the small pedestal there a green rock. She massaged it between thumb and forefinger a moment before she turned and threw it out the window. She then positioned the crystal marble on the pedestal and stepped back to admire it. In the dead city on the dead world satisfaction flowed through Debor, bathing every part of her body in happiness except for one patch behind her left ear which was the dead connection to the collective. For you see, resistance had not been futile.
This skeletal triffid, standing in front of the triffid disguised as a pine tree, monitors the airwaves with its antenna twigs and sends reports to the invisible mother ship hovering somewhere in back of the moon. It told me that lately it’s been bored with nothing but weasels to report. It added not to get started on birds, so I didn’t. I kept myself funneled to the subject of the approaching invasion, and my reward was a rare triffid smile. (You have to know where to look to see one)
‘all of the above’ is the correct answer.