Treasure Island

Edward Lear

(12 May 1812 – 29 January 1888 / London / England)

There was an Old Man of Calcutta


There was an old man of Calcutta,
Who perpetually ate bread & butter;
Till a great bit of muffin on which he was stuffing,
Choked that horrid old man of Calcutta.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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