Oh Sire
Your humanity, incomparable
Your works, outstanding
Your words, wiser than wise
Your sense of humour, not even Chaplin can beat
Only met you the other day
When I was still fresh in that course
Green to everyone and everything
Where I was branded the "rook"
Then and on, you recruited me into your group
I became your audience, all you did
Plastered egg-shelled smiles on visages
An exception, that's all you are
To the stage you led me
Where i became a conquerer
I even conquered Mariah's heart
Her words still vivid
The audience gave an hounourable ovation
Thus I request not to shelter underneath your wing
For your counsel is worth keep abreast
Sire, I request not to follow your lead
Son of a bishop, Son of Mundallo
You made many good turns
You undoubtedly deserve others
With much wisdom blessed
Numerous as the earthing dust
beautiful poem, followed! :-)
Thanks!