Poetry Moment

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