![[Home]](images/thumb.png)
The undeniable resemblance Dr. Spectacles' “An Alphabet” bears to no fewer than three alphabet poems written by Edward Lear in the Victorian Period is a topic, politely, I would rather not discuss.
As you will read directly in my commentary on “The Spoon, the Fork, the Knife and the Kettle” and somewhat indirectly in my commentaries on “Cat Lessons” and “The Jingle Bells of Life”, Dr. Spectacles denies any similarities between his own poems and those of Lear.
(In passing, the Doctor once even denied influence from the alphabet itself, which in my opinion is very much a poem, but as he said some time ago “the zed at the end does not rhyme, therefore disqualifying the whole.”).
Perhaps it will be interpreted as a mild affront to Dr. Spectacles’ dignity that I felt the need of forgoing any formal consultation with him regarding this poem. However, for the sake of the greater work, An Urn of Cough Drops, I believe it is best that I conclude here, save for my mentioning that it is a cute, valuable little poem that teaches burgeoning children the joys and great promise of our alphabet.