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，
　　Their bladders heavy with tea and ginger.
　　Burns， suspended in a drop，is flicked away
; f! r2 P; J8 l! P' ^6 R　　As they wipe their eyes，and is not offended.
　　What could offend him? Not the squeaking bagpipe
5 \7 Q2 N) \/ \/ N4 f9 F8 B" i) A　　Nor the haggis which，when it was sliced，collapsed
9 t+ ~) `/ o, \8 n8 w5 Y! `　　In a meal of blood and oats
% `2 }# U) k! m( c: h　　Nor the man who read a poem by Scott
　　As the audience hissed embarrassment
　　Nor the principal speaker whose topic，
. p; L5 B$ N" M3 v　　"Burns' View of Crop Rotation，" was intended
　　For farmers， who were not present，
$ w0 j( G/ p6 ~! ?　　Nor his attempt to cover this error， reciting
4 z" r5 o' a( a+ O4 z% H& t　　The only Burns poem all evening，
　　"Nine Inch Will Please a Lady，" to thickening silence.
6 q4 M( }  ~; A( J2 M. J　　They drop their coats in the hall，
- C2 K) M/ @6 A3 \9 [$ ]: L　　Mother first to the toilet， then Father，
8 i- x9 _* i5 K4 p8 }　　And then stand giggling at the phone，
　　Debating a call to the States， decide no，
9 Y! e' g* S# \9 k1 x$ f+ C" B　　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
9 n/ h: V2 o' U! W2 i　　That seems not to be pain， and it comforts me.