Author Edward Gorey There was a young woman named Plunnery Who rejoiced in the practice of gunnery, Till one day unobservant, She blew up a servant, And was forced to retire to a nunnery. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments