There was Old Man in a pew,
Whose waistcoat was spotted with blue;
But he tore it in pieces
To give to his nieces,
That cheerful Old Man in a pew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There was a crafty old rhymester from Mysore Who resented the rhyme with 'Eyesore'. So he got it renamed as 'Mysuru', Which delighted the guru, That crafty old verse-monger from Mysore.