Author Mother Goose One misty, moisty morning,When cloudy was the weather,I met a little old manClothed all in leather.He began to compliment,And I began to grin,How do you do, and how do you do,And how do you do again? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4.4 (12 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments