Blunders

There was a young man from the city,
Who met what he thought was a kitty;
    He gave it a pat,
    And said, "Nice little cat!"
And they buried his clothes out of pity.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXVII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCIII. Lullabies.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXIII. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXXXII. Songs.

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There was a young fellow named Paul,
Who went to a fancy dress ball;
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    He dressed up like a bun,
And was "et" by a dog in the hall.

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Categorical Courtship

I sat one night beside a blue-eyed girl,
    The fire was out, and so, too, was her mother;
A feeble flame around the lamp did curl,
    Making faint shadows, blending in each other:
'Twas nearly twelve o'clock, too, in November;
She had a shawl on, also, I remember.

Well, I had been to see her every night
    For thirteen days, and had a sneaking notion
To pop the question, thinking all was right,
    And once or twice had make an awkward motion
To take her hand, and stammer'd, cough'd, and stutter'd,
But, somehow, nothing to the point had utter'd.

I thought this chance too good now to be lost;
    I hitched my chair up pretty close beside her,
Drew a long breath, and then my legs I cross'd,
    Bent over, sighed, and for five minutes eyed her:
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Cats

There was a young lady whose dream
Was to feed a black cat on whipt cream,
    But the cat with a bound
    Spilt the milk on the ground,
So she fed a whipt cat on black cream.

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Epitaphs

I thought it mushroom when I found
    It in the woods, forsaken;
But since I sleep beneath this mound,
    I must have been mistaken.

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Cats

There once were two cats in Kilkenny,
And each cat thought that there was one cat too many,
And they scratched and they fit and they tore and they bit,
'Til instead of two cats - there weren't any.

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Kisses

There was an old maiden from Fife,
Who had never been kissed in her life;
    Along came a cat;
    And she said, "I'll kiss that!"
But the cat answered, "Not on your life!"

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