He looks good for two hundred and seven,
So let's turn up that dial to eleven.
Everyone gather here
To wish Dickens good cheer
In a voice he can hear up in heaven.
(Do you know how many words in the English language rhyme with "seven"? Almost zero, that's how many. I should have come up with the birthday limerick idea back when he was two hundred and six.)
Happy Birthday Mr. Dickens! I'm not quite sure how I'll celebrate today, but it might include starting to re-read The Old Curiosity Shop, which I've only read once before, but greatly enjoyed it.
Posted by: Art | February 07, 2019 at 07:15 AM