Lord, I'm grey, my face is run, <br />But by old Harry, I've had my fun; <br />And all about, I seem to see <br />Lads and lassies that look like me; <br />Ice-blue eyes on every hand, <br />Handsomest youngsters in the land. <br /> <br />"Old Stud Horse" they say of me, <br />But back of my beard I laugh with glee. <br />Far and wide have I sown my seed, <br />Yet by the gods I've improved the breed: <br />From byre and stable to joiner's bench, <br />From landlord's daughter to serving wench. <br /> <br />Ice-blue eyes and blade-straight nose, <br />Stamp of my virile youth are those; <br />Now you'll see them on every side, <br />Proof of my powers, far and wide: <br />Even the parson' handsome scamp, <br />And the Doctor's daughter have my stamp. <br /> <br />Many a matron cocks an eye <br />Of secret knowledge as I pass by; <br />As for the hubbies, what they don't know <br />Will never hurt them, so let them go: <br />The offspring most they seem to prize <br />Have blade-straight noses and ice-blue byes. <br /> <br />Yet oh, I have a haunting dread <br />Brother and sister lust the bed; <br />The Parson's and the Doctor's lass, <br />Yestreen in the moon I saw them pass; <br />The thought of them wed is like a knife. . . . <br />Brother and sister - man and wife.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/village-don-juan/
