That's AND Limerick, not in Limerick. Last weekend I was in Oxford, visiting Lady Traveller's Little Sister. We went for a walk through Christchurch Meadows (one of my top hints for anyone visiting Oxford) and LTLS took this photo of me, with Christchurch and a few dozen tourists behind.
Then we went to the Ashmolean to see the special birthday-celebration exhibition in honour of Edward Lear. We were invited to compose Limericks, so we did:
You can see why I became a Lady Traveller and not a Lady Artist, nor yet a Lady Limerick-writer.
Then we went to the Ashmolean to see the special birthday-celebration exhibition in honour of Edward Lear. We were invited to compose Limericks, so we did:
There was a young lady of Stroud,
Who walked about under a cloud.
Her manner was doom-y,
Her countenance gloomy,
That miserable lady of Stroud.
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