A friend once said to me, after I had cast lascivious eyes At some pretty patient with a painful back Whose comeliness attracted thoughts alien to the GMC That having a nice front garden did not mean That one should not enjoy the countryside. Another put it in a different way And said one could get an appetite abroad As long as one ate at home. Hence I have continued to appreciate beauty in my beholder's eye But certain disappointments continue to assail me. One: the flawless blonde whose perfect portrait shivers to dust As soon as she opens her mouth; Two: although that maid is fresh and pleasing in your sight She has a five-year old and umbilical piercings, and so is damaged goods, but (worst) Three: the girl is utterly divine, but You fancy mummy more. Then there is a converse â€“ four: Lovely the daughter might seem to another But might she grow up to look like her mother? Oh tempora! O mores! (so I mow the front lawn and sup at home).
by Andrew Bamji
25 June 2009 comment ()