[rajnish manga]

There was once a poet named Immerick,
Who worked forty days on a "limerick,"
At the end of which time.
He remarked of his rhyme,
"There's a limp in the limb of my limerick."

एक शायर मित्र का शुभ नाम था ईमरिक,
चालीस दिन का श्रम, ईनाम था ‘लिमरिक’
पर तुक का रहा विवाद,
बोला ‘मैं हो गया बरबाद’
एक ओर को झुका हुआ बेजान था लिमरिक.
(अनुवाद/ रजनीश मंगा)