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Old Poets Drink Café au Lait
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
interesting take. I don't totally agree with last lines. I think the old poet with his/her coffe aulait may not be participating in the childrens games but nonetheless notices them and takes note mentally ,perhaps these notes to be used in another piece at another time..