There was an Old Man of Calcutta

Portrait of Edward Lear
Edward Lear 1812–1888

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.

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