There was an Old Man of the Coast, Who placidly sat on a post; But when it was cold he relinquished his hold, And called for some hot buttered toast. Edward Lear…[Continue]

There was an Old Man in a boat, Who said, “I’m afloat! I’m afloat!” When they said, “No, you ain’t!” he was ready to faint, That unhappy Old Man in a boat. Edward Lear…[Continue]

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 the East. Edward Lear…[Continue]

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. Edward Lear…[Continue]

There was an Old Person of Bangor, Whose face was distorted with anger; He tore off his boots, and subsisted on roots, That borascible Person of Bangor. Edward Lear…[Continue]

There was a Young Lady of Portugal, Whose ideas were excessively nautical; She climbed up a tree to examine the sea, But declared she would never leave Portugal. Edward Lear…[Continue]

There was an Old Man with a flute,— A “sarpint” ran into his boot! But he played day and night, till the “sarpint” took flight, And avoided that Man with a flute. Edward Lear…[Continue]

There was an Old Person of Dutton, Whose head was as small as a button; So to make it look big he purchased a wig, And rapidly rushed about Dutton. Edward Lear…[Continue]

There was an Old Man in a tree, Who was horribly bored by a Bee; When they said, “Does it buzz?” he replied, “Yes, it does! It’s a regular brute of a Bee.” Edward Lear…[Continue]

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 Bull. Edward Lear…[Continue]

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 Troy. Edward Lear…[Continue]

There was an Old Man who said, “How Shall I flee from this horrible Cow? I will sit on this stile, and continue to smile, Which may soften the heart of that Cow.” Edward Lear…[Continue]