Was picking crumbs from off the rug;
A noise disturbed the morning gloom
And something flapped around the room.
Or later in the book:
They felt themselves wound up in shrouds --
Or were they only woolly clouds?
Till shortly after they came down
In some remote provincial town.
And:
They wandered off into the fog
And nearly fell in Glummish bog,
Which made them think to their dismay
At first of change and then decay.
Gorey once said, "Nonsense really demands precision. Like in the Jumblies. Their heads are green and their hands are blue. And they went to sea in a sieve. Which is all quite concrete, goofy as it is."
And finally, a silly Dr. Seuss poem for your entertainment:
How did it get so late so soon?
It's night before it's afternoon.
December is here before it's June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?
Resources:
The Salon's Brilliant Careers:
http://dir.salon.com/people/bc/2000/02/1...
Edward Lear's Nonsense Verse:
http://edwardlear.tripod.com/learwk.html
Lewis Carroll:
http://65.107.211.206/victorian/carroll/...
Dr. Seuss:
http://www.primate.wisc.edu/people/hamel...
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