#EnglishWriters
There was an Old Man of the East… Who gave all his children a feast; But they all ate so much And their conduct was such That it killed that Old Man of th…
There was an Old Man who said, ‘… Will nobody answer this bell? I have pulled day and night, Till my hair has grown white, But nobody answers this bell!’
A was an ant Who seldom stood still, And who made a nice house In the side of a hill. Nice little ant!
There was an Old Person of PhilÃ… Whose conduct was scroobious and w… He rushed up a Palm, When the weather was calm, And observed all the ruins of Phi…
On the Coast of Coromandel Where the early pumpkins blow, In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Two old chairs, and half a candle,
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 an old Lady of Winchels… Who said, ‘If you needle or pin s… On the floor of my room, Sweep it up with the broom!’ —That exhaustive old Lady of Winc…
There was an Old Person of Leeds… Whose head was infested with beads… She sat on a stool, And ate gooseberry fool, Which agreed with that person of…
There was an Old Man of Kamschat… Who possessed a remarkable fat cur… His gait and his waddle Were held as a model To all the fat dogs in Kamschatka…
There was an Old Man on a hill, Who seldom, if ever, stood still; He ran up and down, In his Grandmother’s gown, Which adorned that Old Man on a h…
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 a Young Lady of Dorkin… Who bought a large bonnet for walk… But its colour and size, So bedazzled her eyes, That she very soon went back to D…
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 a Young Lady of Poole, Whose soup was excessively cool; So she put it to boil By the aid of some oil, That ingenious Young Lady of Poo…
There was an Old Man of the West… Who wore a pale plum-coloured vest… When they said, ‘Does it fit?’ He replied, ‘Not a bit!’ That uneasy Old Man of the West.