I: Sir – Darest V.C.
Sir – darest V.C.,
Good was the morning speech:
This early morning of grand rhetorics!
Our bald pundit speaks
With the croaking voice of varsity toads;
– The bard’s throat seems
Cracking under the dregs of singing
The solace of a long long speech!
Sir – darest V.C.,
Wipe off those streams of sweat
That brim the banks of the blank face first!
Are you a father?
Then a paternal for others’ kids?
Haba! are these smiles themselves or images?
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