Author Anonymous There was a young lady of Oakham, Who would steal your cigars and then soak 'mdash — In honey and rum, — And then smear 'mdash with gum, So it wasn't a pleasure to smoke 'mdash. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments