THERE was an old woman Sold puddings and pies; She went to the mill And dust blew in her eyes. Hot puddings, and cold puddings, And nice pies to sell; Wherever she goes, if you have a good nose, You may follow her by the smell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BREAK OF DAY IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO HIS HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PLAYING IT SAFE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |