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，
: ]3 O6 _, B! M! O! |　　Have bent double in the glittering frost，
　　Their bladders heavy with tea and ginger.
" ]3 }4 c0 X% E$ J9 D& R　　Burns， suspended in a drop，is flicked away
6 ~3 }( I; }5 u1 e& d: ~! h　　As they wipe their eyes，and is not offended.
+ A/ r5 i  q; R" @" q# ]7 W　　What could offend him? Not the squeaking bagpipe
　　Nor the haggis which，when it was sliced，collapsed
% P  h/ |: i0 Z3 r　　In a meal of blood and oats
　　Nor the man who read a poem by Scott
2 Q8 e( X6 `0 J8 p$ y1 j　　As the audience hissed embarrassment
- ?" F6 u2 c8 P2 H6 k. U. e: N　　Nor the principal speaker whose topic，
+ h( Q5 |0 Z7 @6 `　　"Burns' View of Crop Rotation，" was intended
, }- C& y) L' ~/ }; H3 ?) G9 e! j% T　　For farmers， who were not present，
　　Nor his attempt to cover this error， reciting
. c; `- J( y! Q& q% V* I4 W　　The only Burns poem all evening，
　　"Nine Inch Will Please a Lady，" to thickening silence.
! Q! O! [5 ~5 m& M/ o1 |　　They drop their coats in the hall，
　　Mother first to the toilet， then Father，
; x- p# S! e$ P; ]+ H　　And then stand giggling at the phone，
1 w& V# N  u/ d6 p6 F7 e2 i( h  t　　Debating a call to the States， decide no，
" d, K7 M. i# I& @& {　　And the strength to keep laughing breaks
- M5 w; b6 ]) h% D6 m+ D　　In a sigh. I hear， as their tired ribs
8 d' I9 }8 ~1 _5 K# m# t& i7 x* P- p/ ?　　Press together， their bedroom door not close
　　And hear also a weeping from both of them
4 @$ W3 ~) l0 w9 I　　That seems not to be pain， and it comforts me.
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