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