You women engineers working abroad,
imitate well the English manners stored.
You learn to say 'Excuse Me'
for the noise of coughing free;
but evince verve, the teasing words to hoard.
You scorn your in-law for clearing her throat
as infecting your child, whom she does dote.
The old people are often prone to cough,
For which, you scoff at them and make us laugh.
Forgetting their sacrifice, don't dare to irk.
You will face the same by a fateful quirk.
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