Classic Poem

‘Don't be astonished . . . I'm your Grandmamma.
You've seen my portrait down at Creçi Court
As I appeared at one-and-twenty. Ah!
Those were delicious days and full of sport:
Men used their rapiers with a fa-la-la,
And weren't afraid of passion or of port.
But why should I regret if earth grows colder?
Come, let us dine.’ She perches on my shoulder.