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
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I was sleeping the other night, alone, thanks to the exterminator.
by John Lars ZwerenzMY LADY IS LOVELY
My lady is lovely, my lady is fair;
She treads in the noonday, glistening light,
To the square, to the veranda, dreaming of the night,