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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There was an Old Man of Calcutta... · Edward Lear · Poetry Cove