They’re called classics for a reason. You know them, you’ve heard of them and some quite frankly I haven’t heard at all, but I assume there still classics to someone. Before reading this book I never considered nonsense poems or the closely related nursery rhymes to be a form of poetry but upon reflection they are quintessentially poems, matching all the characteristics of traditional poems but in their own nonsensical way. I must admit this is not the typical book for me to read, however I am pleasantly surprised by the quality of the poems outlined in the book.
Edward Lear, the master of nonsense writing, provides the reader with his magnum opus (if one can use the most ostentatious terminology for such a poem) The Owl and the Pussy-Cat has to be one the most famous nonsense poems of all time. That’s the charm of the poem, having heard the story as a kid in some form or another, memories came flooding back of so many poems and nursery rhymes around seemingly nonsensical stories.
While I am unlikely to return to such poems in the near future I must tip my hat to the uniqueness of Lear’s work, a man who would have preferred to be remembered for his paintings than these poems. In some way his nonsensical poems got the last laugh, which in their own way is the fitting send off to the most unusual of writers.