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;
# p" |, i6 L# j- @9 C- X1 s　　They have leaned against graveyard walls，
　　Have bent double in the glittering frost，
% M  ?+ U  l7 \  q& @& a) j# }　　Their bladders heavy with tea and ginger.
  U( Q. b8 O( J* g　　Burns， suspended in a drop，is flicked away
　　As they wipe their eyes，and is not offended.
$ C1 I- i0 m& b- n1 {　　What could offend him? Not the squeaking bagpipe
　　Nor the haggis which，when it was sliced，collapsed
  l: B3 E6 {1 O$ l/ o6 N7 o　　In a meal of blood and oats
　　Nor the man who read a poem by Scott
3 S! V- w- @5 x8 ^' P/ T) w- H3 l　　As the audience hissed embarrassment
　　Nor the principal speaker whose topic，
8 [  m9 [1 w# A( [9 j　　"Burns' View of Crop Rotation，" was intended
　　For farmers， who were not present，
　　Nor his attempt to cover this error， reciting
* m+ S- R9 P/ o! L5 F; H# Q　　The only Burns poem all evening，
　　"Nine Inch Will Please a Lady，" to thickening silence.
/ N  y3 X6 l6 K2 p: t2 B　　They drop their coats in the hall，
　　Mother first to the toilet， then Father，
　　And then stand giggling at the phone，
- V6 e$ i4 t2 S; X　　Debating a call to the States， decide no，
　　And the strength to keep laughing breaks
0 G! T. f9 J+ ~/ M& Q4 X% W* a　　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.