Old poets drink café au lait, <br />While children snicker in the yard, <br />Saying that poetry is gay, <br />Deriding the pretentious bards. <br /> <br />Old poets praise the charms of dames <br />With bouncy breasts and firm behinds, <br />While children laugh at their games <br />And see what's really on their minds. <br /> <br />They laugh at what they learn in school <br />From reading all those lifeless scribes, <br />Who write like adolescent fools <br />Of their fabricated lives. <br /> <br />The children smile and want to play, <br />They see the sunrise burning bright, <br />Old poets drink café au lait, <br />Not caring if it's day or night. <br /> <br />For it's a sunny summer day, <br />The children laugh and jump with joy, <br />Old poets drink café au lait, <br />By children and their noise annoyed. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> September 20,2006<br /><br />Alexander Shaumyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-poets-drink-caf-au-lait/
