Remarkable Old Women
This poem appeared in the Isle of Wight Advertiser of December 21, 1872
Remarkable old Woman of the Isle of Wight
There was an old woman of Ventnor
Who never said quite what she meant nor
Could any one tell
What her meaning was well,
This puzzling old woman of Ventnor
There was an old woman of Luccombe,
She’d buy lots of sweeties and suck ’em,
Then sent for a Doctor
Because it quite knock’d her
Up – this old woman of Luccombe
There was an old woman of Shanklin,
In her mind something always was ranklin’,
She said she was “slighted,”
Or “wasn’t invited,”
The cranky old woman of Shanklin.
There was an old woman of Sandown,
The face of the cliff she once ran down,
But rolled nearly half
Which made the boys laugh,
That heedless old woman of Sandown.
There was an olf woman of Ryde
Who thought she’d look well as a bride,
So wore a white bonnet
With orange flowers on it,
This silly old woman of Ryde.
There was an old woman of Cowes
In the habit of beating her spouse,
She said ’twas her custom,
His clothes thus to dust ’em,
This striking old woman of Cowes
Noyug Egroeg
