Old poets drink café au lait,
While children snicker in the yard,
Saying that poetry is gay,
Deriding the pretentious bards.
Old poets praise the charms of dames
With bouncy breasts and firm behinds,
While children laugh at their games
And see what's really on their minds.
They laugh at what they learn in school
From reading all those lifeless scribes,
Who write like adolescent fools
Of their fabricated lives.
The children smile and want to play,
They see the sunrise burning bright,
Old poets drink café au lait,
Not caring if it's day or night.
For it's a sunny summer day,
The children laugh and jump with joy,
Old poets drink café au lait,
By children and their noise annoyed.
September 20,2006
Quite an entertaining read. Well written. A classic.Thanks.
Great use of imagery! Especially fond of 'Who write like adolescent fools / Of their fabricated lives'. Those lines send a chill through me. Great poem Alexander.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad so many young people don't appreciate the classic poets. Once upon a time I was probably one of those kids... how ironic! Good one Alex.