The Book of Nonsense
The Book of Nonsense
limericks by Edward Lear, illustrated by Liza Andreyeva
This book is my graduate project completed in November 2011. It is a collection of selected limericks (pentastichs by Edward Lear, an English poet, author, artist and illustrator, the king of nonsense).
It's a "demo" version with only 9 spreads, but if a publisher appears, I'll make more)

Here are some drafts of the final illustrations.
 Here comes a whole book to comfortably flip through.Below are the spreads.
First spread. 
There was on Old Man of the Isles,
Whose face was pervaded with smiles;
He sung high dum diddle,
And played on the fiddle,
That amiable Man of the Isles.
There was an Old Man of Moldavia,
Who had the most curious behaviour;
For while he was able,
He slept on a table.
That funny Old Man of Moldavia.
There was a Young Lady of Russia,
Who screamed so that no one could hush her;
Her screams were extreme,-
No one heard such a scream
As was screamed by that Lady from Russia.
There was a Young Lady whose nose,
Was so long that it reached to her toes;
So she hired an Old Lady,
Whose conduct was steady,
To carry that wonderful nose.
There was an Old Man who, when little, 
Fell casually into a Kettle; 
But, growing too stout, 
He could never get out, 
So he passed all his life in that Kettle.
There was a Young Person of Crete,
Whose toilette was far from complete;
She dressed in a sack,
Spickle-speckled with black,
That ombliferous person of Crete.
There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, 'It is just as I feared!
Two Owls and a Hen,
Four Larks and a Wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard!'
There was a Young Lady of Parma,
Whose conduct grew calmer and calmer;
When they said, 'Are you dumb?'
She merely said, 'Hum!'
That provoking Young Lady of Parma.

There was an Old Man, on whose nose,
Most birds of the air could repose;
But they all flew away
At the closing of day,
Which relieved that Old Man and his nose.
There was an Old Man of the West,
Who never could get any rest;
So they set him to spin
On his nose and chin,
Which cured that Old Man of the West.
The Book of Nonsense

The Book of Nonsense

book of nonsense by edward lear