The sad tale of Edward Gurning has now been written..only seventeen to go! I have to say, writing twenty-six humorous verses without repeating too many rhyming couplets is a bit of a tall order, but I’m getting there.
For those familiar with the Gashleycrumb Tinies, the original Ernest eventually choked on a peach. Ah, the perils of stoned fruit!
Next up, Ivy Imogen-Imp.