There was a young wag named Deeksie
Of whom friends did often speaksie,
The date of her birth came but once a year,
For which mates poured beers down their beaksie.
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I would like to translate this poem
That's no limerick! '... The date of her birth was celebrated with mirth By mates pouring...' That's a limerick!