My year abroad by Lewis Carroll

The year abroad does certain things to you. As described here by my good friend Lewey C.

You are old, master william, the young man said
and you hair has grown very long,
You look constantly tired, my exhausted man,
Wont you tell me is there something wrong?

Last year,Master William replied to the youth,
I always had enough sleep
I didnt have to always adjust my life
To within social normals keep.

You are weird, master William, the young man said,
Its impossible to understand,
When you mix up the languages in your head,
From here and your foreign land.

In my youth, said the sage of the year abroad,
My french stayed locked in my head
Only to be accessed when faced with grammar exams
Not to be spoken from awoken to bed.

You have changed, Master WIlliam, the young man said,
You're always banging on about this and that,
Cultures and traditions of your Erasmus friends,
frankly I don't give a crap.

In Uni, the old man said to his friend
We always did the same thing,
Tell me, aren't you a little curious to see,
What welcoming other cultures can bring?

You are poor, Master William, the young man said,
Is that what comes from living in France?
8 euros for a big mac and a portion of chips??
Sounds like you hadn't a chance!

I have answered your questions, now that is enough
Said William, i'll become more impaired
Im only half way through my year abroad,
Ask me at the end; if you dare