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.
; n+ p% W7 P4 A  I　　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
　　Nor the haggis which，when it was sliced，collapsed
3 n3 C* _1 E6 M5 v　　In a meal of blood and oats
7 {3 [' \5 u- X' _4 M3 O" W　　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
　　For farmers， who were not present，
　　Nor his attempt to cover this error， reciting
. V& ~$ M; x' V8 v　　The only Burns poem all evening，
: N' V8 M2 s9 {: i. i$ ^0 m  W　　"Nine Inch Will Please a Lady，" to thickening silence.
　　They drop their coats in the hall，
5 l1 Q# b! D) h. c! C3 S6 [; B　　Mother first to the toilet， then Father，
　　And then stand giggling at the phone，
# ^" s, r" z8 Y5 [- O  |/ _3 B. \8 D　　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
　　That seems not to be pain， and it comforts me.