Nunc Dimmitus For Friend Chandra

The deep notes of the organ sound,
The choirboys look slyly round
to see what mischief they can find.
They look like angels but I find.

They’re really demons in disguise
a choirmaster must be wise.
They seem to have endless supplies
of mischief hid behind their eyes.

But I forgive them when they sing.
The treble voices echoing
high in the roofspace where they bring
pleasure to all those listening.

I love and hate them equally.
But now and then I can still see.
They’re not so different from me,
When I recall I used to be

a naughty little choirboy.
Full of tricks meant to annoy.
The mischief all small boys enjoy.
This knowledge which I now employ.

To keep my choirboys in line
Ensuring that they sound divine.
They do respond to discipline
just as I did when I was nine.

Each one posses a fine voice
sufficient reason to rejoice
I don’t regret I made the choice
to teach cathedral choirboys.

06/07/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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