There was an old woman,
Who lived in a shoe;
She ate peas with cumin,
And smelled like shampoo.
She listened to Poison,
And had 7 cats;
She ate berries of boison,
And did acrobats.
She worked at a ***** house,
Made dolls on the side;
She hated to work out,
But loved ham-fried rice.
She had crusty socks,
That she'd hide inside books.
She had hide-a-key rocks,
And rusty fish hooks.
Her only collection
Were lamps with no shades;
Her only rejection
Were moles with no names.
All she ever said
Was the great "cellar door."
And now that she's dead,
The shoe lady's no more.
"what an odd woman,"
I said with a poke.
"she's surely a strange one.
I smoke too much dope."