How pleasant to know Mr Lear,
Who has got an Ashmolean show!
He's just turned two hundred this year;
Not many remembered it, though.
That child is unlucky and rare
Who none of his nonsense absorbs;
But adults have wonder to spare
For his ornithological daubs.
Though he failed at the Spanish vernacular,
At all the globe's corners he drew;
His landscapes, it seems, are spectacular,
And (possibly) runcible, too.
Though sadly their fame is belated,
How fortunate that they are here!
In ways that are yet under-rated,
How pleasant to know Mr Lear!
© Philip Challinor
It's not all nonsense: exhibition shows the artistic side of Lear
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