精美英文小诗：My Parents Have Come Home Laughing

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　　From the feast for Robert Burns，late，on foot;
　　They have leaned against graveyard walls，
　　Have bent double in the glittering frost，
! e3 G: k3 G1 B/ ^9 {) u1 h　　Their bladders heavy with tea and ginger.
+ L, }0 g4 S2 T$ v) i- C( Y　　Burns， suspended in a drop，is flicked away
　　As they wipe their eyes，and is not offended.
& t4 ?) |4 I( L: }- b) U, L　　What could offend him? Not the squeaking bagpipe
0 w- \1 J7 v& d' a# ^2 s0 ~　　Nor the haggis which，when it was sliced，collapsed
　　In a meal of blood and oats
　　Nor the man who read a poem by Scott
　　As the audience hissed embarrassment
　　Nor the principal speaker whose topic，
　　"Burns' View of Crop Rotation，" was intended
1 C+ ?* L# }1 {% \5 q　　For farmers， who were not present，
　　Nor his attempt to cover this error， reciting
　　The only Burns poem all evening，
# ~% [6 d" P6 j$ y& l　　"Nine Inch Will Please a Lady，" to thickening silence.
2 z! n; v, G* W　　They drop their coats in the hall，
) D5 i8 s6 v9 R$ W; y　　Mother first to the toilet， then Father，
　　And then stand giggling at the phone，
　　Debating a call to the States， decide no，
, }2 N* x7 I4 q2 V+ ]) S/ J7 \　　And the strength to keep laughing breaks
8 _! A1 i, u$ q' A1 z+ _5 P8 b　　In a sigh. I hear， as their tired ribs
　　Press together， their bedroom door not close
- I; C8 M( J* A1 u* D　　And hear also a weeping from both of them
" H  V+ L; T. M* c　　That seems not to be pain， and it comforts me.
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