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 ...

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.

quote by by Edward Lear
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