There was an Old Man of Calcutta, Who perpetually ate bread and butter, Till a great bit of muffin, on which he was stuffing, Choked that horrid Old Man of Calcutta. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS WIFE ON THE 16TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY, WITH A RING by SAMUEL BISHOP FRAGMENT THIRTY-SIX by HILDA DOOLITTLE BROODING GRIEF by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE REMEDY WORSE THAN THE DISEASE by MATTHEW PRIOR VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IDYLLS OF THE KING: TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON NOTHING WILL DIE by ALFRED TENNYSON |