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，
0 M. k% S( ^$ G9 E　　Have bent double in the glittering frost，
　　Their bladders heavy with tea and ginger.
　　Burns， suspended in a drop，is flicked away
　　As they wipe their eyes，and is not offended.
　　What could offend him? Not the squeaking bagpipe
- \- [+ z0 m1 g) M　　Nor the haggis which，when it was sliced，collapsed
　　In a meal of blood and oats
  {, m7 z1 R; i8 K. g　　Nor the man who read a poem by Scott
8 _$ ~$ `( y; @5 n% l　　As the audience hissed embarrassment
' `( J" N) {$ z2 g. c- S　　Nor the principal speaker whose topic，
　　"Burns' View of Crop Rotation，" was intended
5 Q& u2 ~- _& O* Q% K　　For farmers， who were not present，
　　Nor his attempt to cover this error， reciting
( K6 n5 g4 J( L. S　　The only Burns poem all evening，
　　"Nine Inch Will Please a Lady，" to thickening silence.
: f0 N! w, X+ r% k  i) s/ {　　They drop their coats in the hall，
　　Mother first to the toilet， then Father，
$ m. z6 j! |' [* Q( Q2 M$ W+ q1 d1 b8 {　　And then stand giggling at the phone，
! O0 x6 P/ K; {1 X- @+ I2 Y　　Debating a call to the States， decide no，
　　And the strength to keep laughing breaks
　　In a sigh. I hear， as their tired ribs
　　Press together， their bedroom door not close
　　And hear also a weeping from both of them
& f! B4 [3 g, B: O　　That seems not to be pain， and it comforts me.