The dousing sight of an old man Was quite a horrific reckoning-- Especially for itsy-bitsy me, Who merely sprung out of bed, Because of a startling skirmish, As loud as an ornery deadhead! Still half asleep and giddy-- Heart, thumping like a grating drill-- I opened my billowing curtains To check this noisy existence; Then, lo and behold! A ludicrous creature yelled at me; A being, dripping and so filthy, Stared right back at me-- As if daring me to cackle At his wrought up ensemble of twigs! It took me a few moments to discern That the lunatic monster, Flapping his limbs, was my neighbor-- The one who seemed too urbane To even try such a risible caper! There he went, hopping about, As if the whole wide world wasn't there-- Terrorizing young, innocent minds And gripping the tongues of busybodies Who were too scandalized to act! For, how does one siphon a valid riposte When one finds a sophisticated old man Gambolling about the ricefields, Turned into mucky rivulets, In front of one's house? One just stupidly gapes, that is! "The Dousing Sight Of An Old Man" The dousing sight of an old man Was quite a horrific reckoning-- Especially for itsy-bitsy me, Who merely sprung out of bed, Because of a startling skirmish, As loud as an ornery deadhead!
