Sir – dearest Vicar,
Tho’ you failed to tell
Those that faces in that dark night,
The gods had called the birds
Fresh from the forced excursions!
Sir – dearest V.C.,
Now, this is another false re-approach:
Demanding cowries from the birds
For the corns they ate not!
Why are the initial clouds being moved again?
Sir – dearest Vicar,
Free all the caged representors
– We need peace in the communal nest! –
Thanks: yours freed representor.
Categories:
representor, education
Form: I do not know?
Sir – darest V.C.,
We all heard the peals of the bells:
The V.C.’s vergers made the call,
From the huge peel of their vicar –
Sir – V.C.,
The V.C. spoke for solace,
To the gathered restive mob –
The speech went to the birds, not men!
Sir –
The representors began the song:
“Lions are waiting,
Waiting for action!”
Sir –
We saw some representors waving
And speaking for a solace;
Then, a renowned pundit spoke to no avail.
O! stones spokes from hands
Those raw speeches of angry hearts –
Ah! The vicar and his high men,
Even, representors fled a while the rostrum;
Then, came the vicar’s white-paper;
But, in anger a representor tore the paper!
Thus ended a summoned for peace;
More flames wandered as Cain’s sacrifices.
Categories:
representor, parody
Form: I do not know?
Sir – dearest V.C.,
A freed representor asks:
(Now wipe off your streams, first!)
“Tell all the lads & lasses
Who owns those dark faces
Borne by the cars in that dark night:
Tell the ears of the forest,
Else, this long solace shall ring in vain,
They are not preferred to the insecure life!”
Categories:
representor, parodydark, dark,
Form: I do not know?