#English #Victorians
There was an Old Person of Cadiz… Who was always polite to all ladie… But in handing his daughter, He fell into the water, Which drowned that Old Person of…
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to… In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty o… Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars ab…
There was an Old Man of Vienna, Who lived upon Tincture of Senna; When that did not agree, He took Camomile Tea, That nasty Old Man of Vienna.
There was an Old Person of Spain… Who hated all trouble and pain; So he sat on a chair, With his feet in the air, That umbrageous Old Person of Sp…
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 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.
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 a young lady whose eyes, were unique as to colour and size; When she opened them wide, people all turned aside, and started away in surprise.
There was a Young Lady whose bonn… Came untied when the birds sate up… But she said: 'I don’t care! All the birds in the air Are welcome to sit on my bonnet!'
Who, or why, or which, or what, I… Is he tall or short, or dark or fa… Does he sit on a stool or a sofa o… &nb sp; or SQUAT, The Akond of Swat?
There was an Old Person of Ewell… Who chiefly subsisted on gruel; But to make it more nice He inserted some mice, Which refreshed that Old Person o…
There was an Old Person of Spart… Who had twenty-one sons and one 'd… He fed them on snails, And weighed them in scales, That wonderful Person of Sparta.
There was an Old Person whose hab… Induced him to feed upon rabbits; When he’d eaten eighteen, He turned perfectly green, Upon which he relinquished those h…
There was an Old Person of Tarta… Who divided his jugular artery; But he screeched to his wife, And she said, ‘Oh, my life! Your death will be felt by all Ta…
O my aged Uncle Arly! Sitting on a heap of Barley Thro’ the silent hours of night, Close beside a leafy thicket: On his nose there was a Cricket,
