Poetry Moment

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