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.

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 an Old Person of Bango… Whose face was distorted with ange… He tore off his boots, And subsisted on roots, That irascible Person of Bangor.

There was an Old Person of Dover… Who rushed through a field of blue… But some very large bees, Stung his nose and his knees, So he very soon went back to Dove…

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 a young person whose his… Was always considered a mystery. She sate in a ditch, Although no one knew which, And composed a small treatise on h…

There lived an old man in the Kin… Who invented a purely original dre… And when it was perfectly made and… He opened the door and walked into… By way of a hat he’d a loaf of Br…

There was an Old Person of Burto… Whose answers were rather uncertai… When they said, 'How d’ye do?' He replied, ‘Who are you?’ That distressing Old Person of B…

There was an Old Man of Nepaul, From his horse had a terrible fall… But, though split quite in two, By some very strong glue, They mended that Man of Nepaul.

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 Man with a beard… Who said, "It is just as I feared… Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks a… Have all built their nests in my b…

There was an Old Man of the Nile… Who sharpened his nails with a fil… Till he cut out his thumbs, And said calmly, 'This comes Of sharpening one’s nails with a f…

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.

Once Mr Daddy Long-Legs, Dressed in brown and gray, Walked about upon the sands Upon a summer’s day; And there among the pebbles,