THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF NEW YORK, WHO MURDERED HIMSELF WITH A FORK;
BUT NOBODY CRIED THOUGH HE VERY SOON DIED, --
FOR THAT SILLY OLD MAN OF NEW YORK.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems like Edward lear has a whole series of limericks and com poems on old age. I will sure remember some of these if passing through these situations.