Poem by Anonymous

Limerick. “There was an old lady of Rye…”

There was an old lady of Rye,
Who was baked by mistake in a pie;
	To the household’s disgust
	She emerged through the crust,
And exclaimed, with a yawn, “Where am I?”

1. Shakespeare’s Monument at Stratford-upon-Avon
2. The Guard-Chamber
3. Bide ye yet by
4. Sir Richard Whittington’s Advancement
5. The Bells of Fletching

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