<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381011" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Incidents in the life of my Uncle Arly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my aged Uncle Arly!<br>Sitting on a heap of Barley<br>Thro' the silent hours of night,<br>Close beside a leafy thicket:<br>On his nose there was a Cricket,<br>In his hat a Railway-ticket<br>(But his shoes were far too tight).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long ago, in youth, he squander'd<br>All his goods away, and wander'd<br>To the Tinskoop-hills afar.<br>There on golden sunsets blazing,<br>Every evening found him gazing,<br>Singing, 'Orb! you're quite amazing!<br>How I wonder what you are!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the ancient Medes and Persians,<br>Always by his own exertions<br>He subsisted on those hills;<br>Whiles, by teaching children spelling,<br>Or at times by merely yelling,<br>Or at intervals by selling<br>'Propter's Nicodemus Pills.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Later, in his morning rambles<br>He perceived the moving brambles<br>Something square and white disclose;<br>'Twas a First-class Railway-Ticket;<br>But, on stooping down to pick it<br>Off the ground - a pea-green Cricket<br>Settled on my uncle's Nose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never - never more - oh, never,<br>Did that Cricket leave him ever,<br>Dawn or evening, day or night;<br>Clinging as a constant treasure,<br>Chirping with a cheerious measure,<br>Wholly to my uncle's pleasure<br>(Though his shoes were far too tight).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So for three and forty winters,<br>Till his shoes were worn to splinters,<br>All those hills he wander'd o'er,<br>Sometimes silent; sometimes yelling;<br>Till he came to Borley-Melling,<br>Near his old ancestral dwelling<br>(But his shoes were far too tight).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a little heap of Barley<br>Died my aged Uncle Arly,<br>And they buried him one night;<br>Close beside the leafy thicket;<br>There - his hat and Railway-Ticket;<br>There - his ever-faithful Cricket<br>(But his shoes were far too tight).</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+Lear">Edward Lear</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381011" data-title="Incidents in the life of my Uncle Arly de Edward Lear" data-description="O my aged Uncle Arly! Sitting on a heap of Barley Thro' the silent hours of night, Close beside a leafy thicket: On his nose there was a Cricket, In his hat a Railway-ticket (But his shoes were far too tight). Long ago, in youth, he squander'd Al..."></div> </div> </div>

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