The Work Of My Poems #2

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Don't Give Yourself To The Air

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You are old, William's father, "said the young man,
"And your hair becomes very white;
But you endlessly stand on your head;
Do you think, at your age, right? "
"In my youth," William's father answered his son,
"I am afraid it will hurt the brain;
But now I'm pretty sure I do not have,
Why, I do it again and again. "
"You are old," the young man said, "as I mentioned earlier,
And has grown the most rarely fat;
However you turn back-somersault at the door
Pray, what is the reason? "
"In my youth," said the wise man, taking his gray key,
"I keep all my limbs very flexible
Using this ointment, one shilling box;
Allow me to sell a partner. "
"You are old," the young man said, "and your jaw is too weak
For anything tougher than fat;
However you are finished a goose, with bones and a beak;
Pray, how can you do it? "
"In my youth," said his father, "I take the law,
And argue every case with my wife
And muscle strength, which gives to my jaw,
It has lasted the rest of my life. "
"You are old," said the young man; one would not think
That your eyes are as stable as ever;
But you balanced the eel at the tip of your nose;
What makes you so clever? "
"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
His father said, "do not give yourself the air!
You think I can listen all day to things like that?
Go away, or I'll kick you down the stairs! "

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