Author Anonymous There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet— Yet this plaguey old woman could never be quiet! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments