They used to call us poofs when we were young.
They didn’t really understand us then.
They thought we were sub-human or abnormal
but nowadays they’re not so highly strung:
they treat us more like ordinary men.
The smiles are much more kindly and informal.

It seems we’ve changed as well though, don’t you think?
In those days we rebelled against our jeerers.
We made our homosexuality
more obvious when we went for a drink:
you with your Pernods, me with my Madeiras.
No wonder we were treated with brutality!

We’re still a pair of poofs but now we’ve mellowed.
No more do we slap trifle on our bums.
Our love is much more spiritual these days.
It’s got to be - our teeth and health have yellowed.
To time’s erosion everyone succumbs.
The youngest queer eventually decays.