#EnglishWriters
There was an Old Man in a boat, Who said, 'I’m afloat! I’m afloat… When they said, ‘No! you aint!’ He was ready to faint, That unhappy Old Man in a boat.
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.
She sate upon her Dobie, To watch the Evening Star, And all the Punkahs as they passe… Cried, ‘My! how fair you are!’ Around her bower, with quivering l…
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 a Young Lady of Troy, Whom several large flies did annoy… Some she killed with a thump, Some she drowned at the pump, And some she took with her to Tro…
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…
On the top of the Crumpetty Tree The Quangle Wangle sat, But his face you could not see, On account of his Beaver Hat. For his Hat was a hundred and two…
There was a Young Lady of Hull, Who was chased by a virulent bull; But she seized on a spade, And called out, 'Who’s afraid?' Which distracted that virulent bul…
There was a Young Person of Smyr… Whose Grandmother threatened to b… But she seized on the cat, And said, ‘Granny, burn that! You incongruous Old Woman of Smy…
There was an Old Man who, when li… Fell casually into a Kettle; But, growing too stout, He could never get out, So he passed all his life in that…
There was an Old Sailor of Compt… Whose vessel a rock it once bump’d… The shock was so great, that it damaged the pate, Of that singular Sailor of Compto…
There was an Old Man of Jamaica, Who suddenly married a Quaker; But she cried out, ‘Alack! I have married a black!’ Which distressed that Old Man of…
There was a Young Lady of Russia… Who screamed so that no one could… Her screams were extreme,— No one heard such a scream As was screamed by that Lady from…
Delirious Bulldogs;—echoing calls My daughter,—green as summer grass… The long supine Plebeian ass, The nasty crockery boring falls;— Tom-Moory Pathos;—all things bare…
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; —