Edward Gorey – each night father fills me with dread

each-night-father-fills-me-with-dread
a limerick by Edward Gorey

As you walk through the market you pass a large statue of a man. Walking over to it you read the plaque attached 

Edward Gorey, Each Night Father Fills Me With Dread – a limerick”



Then, seemingly from the statue, a voice recites;

Each night Father fills me with dread

When he sits on the foot of my bed;

I’d not mind that he speaks

In gibbers and squeaks,

But for seventeen years he’s been dead.


After that, silence. You walk on…

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