And, indeed, some people have.
But this post is about another Lear, Edward. Whether his need for nonsense came as a result of his lack of success as a landscape painter, whether it was a desperate reaction to having been obliged to try to teach Queen Victoria to draw, or whether it was because of some strange but joyful tangle in the synapses of his brain I cannot say.
A loud hurrah, anyway.
This letter was written from Lear to Lord Cromer in 1850. I don't think that either of them would mind my sharing it.
Inkly tinky pobblebockle able-squabs? Flosky! Veebul trimble flosky! Okul scratch abibblebongibo, viddle squibble tog-a-log, ferry moyassity amsky flamsky crocklefether squiggs.
Flinky wisty pomm.
And I'm sure that Lord Cromer was very glad to hear it.
Word To Use Today: abibblebongibo. A very cheering word when you've just dropped something. Mind you, a good rant at that flamsky crocklefether eases the burdened soul, too.
These words both come from a great and overflowing desire to be utterly silly.
Well, why not.