THERE was an old woman Sold puddings and pies; She went to the mill And dust blew in her eyes. Hot puddings, and cold puddings, And nice pies to sell; Wherever she goes, if you have a good nose, You may follow her by the smell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLACK MONKEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS READY TO KILL by CARL SANDBURG SIXTEEN MONTHS by CARL SANDBURG |