Robert Louis Stevenson
There Was An Old Man Of The Cape - Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
There was an old man of the Cape
Who made himself garments of crepe.
When asked, "Do they tear?"
He replied, "Here and there,
But they're perfectly splendid for shape!"
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