Short Parodymorning Poems

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?