#EnglishWriters
She sate upon her Dobie, To watch the Evening Star, And all the Punkahs, as they pass… Cried, “My! how fair you are!” Around her bower, with quivering l…
There was an Old Man of Madras, Who rode on a cream-coloured ass; But the length of its ears, So promoted his fears, That it killed that Old Man of M…
There was an Old Person of Tring… Who embellished his nose with a ri… Ha gazed at the moon Every evening in June, That ecstatic Old Person in Trin…
There was an Old Person of Mold, Who shrank from sensations of cold… So he purchased some muffs, Some furs and some fluffs, And wrapped himself from the cold.
There was an old man of Tobago, Who lived on rice, gruel and sago Till, much to his bliss, His physician said this - To a leg, sir, of mutton you may g…
There was a Young Lady of Clare, Who was sadly pursued by a bear; When she found she was tired, She abruptly expired, That unfortunate Lady of Clare.
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear, Who has written such volumes of st… Some think him ill-tempered and qu… But a few find him pleasant enough… His mind is concrete and fastidiou…
There was an Old Derry down Derr… Who loved to see little folks merr… So he made them a Book, And with laughter they shook, At the fun of that Derry down Der…
He lived at Dingle Bank– he did;… He lived at Dingle Bank; And in his garden was one Quail, Four tulips and a Tank: And from his window he could see
When awful darkness and silence re… Over the great Gromboolian plain, Through the long, long wintry nigh… When the angry breakers roar As they beat on the rocky shore; —
There was an Old Man with a owl, Who continued to bother and howl; He sat on a rail And imbibed bitter ale, Which refreshed that Old Man and…
There was an Old Man of th’ Abru… So blind that he couldn’t his foot… When they said, 'That’s your toe,… He replied, ‘Is it so?’ That doubtful Old Man of th’ Abr…
There was an old person of Nice, Whose associates were usually Gee… They walked out together, in all s… That affable person of Nice!
There was an Old Man of Vesuvius… Who studied the works of Vitruviu… When the flames burnt his book, To drinking he took, That morbid Old Man of Vesuvius.
There was an Old Man with a nose, Who said, ‘If you choose to suppo… That my nose is too long, You are certainly wrong!’ That remarkable Man with a nose.