Poetry Moment

There was an Old Person of Philoe,Whose conduct was scroobious and wily;He rushed up a Palmwhen the weather was calm,And observed all the ruins of Philoe.There was an Old Man with a poker,Who painted his face with red ochre.When they said, “You ‘re a Guy!”he made no reply,But knocked them all down with his poker.There was an Old Person of Prague,Who was suddenly seized with the plague;But they gave him some butter,which caused him to mutter,And cured that Old Person of Prague.There was an Old Man of Peru,Who watched his wife making a stew;But once, by mistake,in a stove she did bakeThat unfortunate Man of Peru.There was an Old Man of the North,Who fell into a basin of broth;But a laudable cookfished him out with a hook,Which saved that Old Man of the North.There was an Old Person of Troy,Whose drink was warm brandy and soy,Which he took with a spoon,by the light of the moon,In sight of the city of Troy.There was an Old Person of Mold,Who shrank from sensations of cold;So he purchased some muffs,some furs, and

There was an Old Man of the Isles,Whose face was pervaded with smiles;He sang “High dum diddle,”and played on the fiddle,That amiable Man of the Isles.There was an Old Person of Basing,Whose presence of mind was amazing;He purchased a steed,which he rode at full speed,And escaped from the people of Basing.There was an Old Man who supposedThat the street door was partially closed;But some very large Ratsate his coats and his hats,While that futile Old Gentleman dozed.There was an Old Person whose habitsInduced him to feed upon Rabbits;When he’d eaten eighteen,he turned perfectly green,Upon which he relinquished those habits.There was an Old Man of the West,Who wore a pale plum-colored vest;When they said, “Does it fit?”he replied, “Not a bit!”That uneasy Old Man of the West.There was an Old Man of Marseilles,Whose daughters wore bottle-green veils:They caught several Fish,which they put in a dish,And sent to their Pa at Marseilles.There was an Old Man of the Wrekin,Whose shoes made a horrible creaking;But they

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.There was a Young Lady of Portugal,Whose ideas were excessively nautical;She climbed up a treeto examine the sea,But declared she would never leave Portugal.There was an Old Person of Ischia,Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier;He danced hornpipes and jigs,and ate thousands of figs,That lively Old Person of Ischia.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 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.There was an Old Person of Buda,Whose conduct grew ruder and ruder,Till at last with a hammerthey silenced his clamor.By smashing that Person of Buda.There was an Old Man of Moldavia,Who had the most curious behavior;For while he was able,he slept on a tab

There was an Old Derry down Derry,who loved to see little folks merry;So he made them a Book,and with laughter they shookAt the fun of that Derry down Derry.There was an Old Man with a nose,Who said, “If you choose to supposeThat my nose is too long,you are certainly wrong!”That remarkable Man with a nose.There was a Young Person of Smyrna,Whose Grandmother threatened to burn her;But she seized on the Cat,and said, “Granny, burn that!You incongruous Old Woman of Smyrna!”There was an Old Man on a hill,Who seldom, if ever, stood still;He ran up and downin his Grandmother’s gown,Which adorned that Old Man on a hill.There was an Old Person of Chili,Whose conduct was painful and silly;He sate on the stairs,eating apples and pears,That imprudent Old Person of Chili.There was an Old Man with a gong,Who bumped at it all the day long;But they called out, “Oh, law!you’re a horrid old bore!”So they smashed that Old Man with a gong.There was an Old Man of Kilkenny,Who never had more than a penny;He spent all that moneyin