#English #Victorians
King and Queen of the Pelicans we… No other Birds so grand we see! None but we have feet like fins! With lovely leathery throats and c… Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee…
There was an Old Lady whose folly Induced her to sit in a holly: Whereupon by a thorn Her dress being torn, She quickly became melancholy.
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 Person in Gray, Whose feelings were tinged with di… She purchased two Parrots, And fed them with Carrots, Which pleased that Old Person in…
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…
Mr. and Mrs. Discobbolos Climbed to the top of a wall. And they sate to watch the sunset… And to hear the Nupiter Piffkin c… And the Biscuit Buffalo call.
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 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…
There was an Old Man of Coblenz, The length of whose legs was immen… He went with one prance From Turkey to France, That surprising Old Man of Coble…
There was an Old Man of Cape Hor… Who wished he had never been born; So he sat on a chair, Till he died of despair, That dolorous Man of Cape Horn.
There was an Old Man of Peru, Who never knew what he should do; So he tore off his hair, And behaved like a bear, That intrinsic Old Man of Peru.
There was an Ol Man of Quebec, A beetle ran over his neck; But he cried, 'With a needle, I’ll slay you, O beadle!' That angry Old Man of Quebec.
There was an old man of Thermopyl… Who never did anything properly; But they said, "If you choose, To… You shall never remain in Thermop…
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.
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…