Poem Title :Please Go to the Head Masters Study
Poem 165a Spencerian Metre.

Knock,Knock ,Who`s there?Tis me Sir the Old Scribe .
Oh yes ,stand there if you will,we know YOU.
Sorry to keep you waiting,when d`you arrive?
I`ve been here for a Thousand Years maybe Two.
Well my Old and trusty pupil,we`ve had these complaints,
I fear that your are turning Poets Blue.
Where they used to write with Gay Abandon.
They see the other Poets points of view.
And that is something that will never ever do!

You have been talking to our Young and Gifted,
Turning their thoughts away from Death a while.
Mixing Metaphors,and Image shifting.
In ways that make the other Masters Smile.
They only wish few steps,you walk a mile.
But in doing ,you seem to break the mould
You use every trick and artful poetic guile.
From records not the first time you`ve been told.
Reasoning Now,if I may be so Bold.

Sir , No apology for my action.
I heard a message change is going to come.
But My most immediate reaction,
For years wrestled with every simple pun.
Agonised with rhyme or subjective fun.
The time has come to get our metres running.
With minds in tune why walk if you can Run.
Meek inheritance , let HIS will be Done.

Well Yes we hear what you are saying,
You`ve said as much for near Two Thousand Years.
Last time we saw you, you were simply praying.
What makes you believe you can control all fears?
For sometime now you`ve been acting very queer.
Not that we find that strange in a Poet.
Sit down with us and have yourself a beer.
Motives cunning,as if you did`nt know it.
With Gods Love I am hopeful to inherit .

Master,I will stay controlled and temperance.
A virtue more a necessity, writing verse.
I have a plan to write with more due diffluence.
Compose with all the Love within my Heart.
Your Guides help me to play my humble part.
Trusting me to write with a grace and favour,
Guiding me to simply ,knowing where to start.
So I need my old ego back to savour.
I need the Master`s signature to waiver.

What,did I just hear you say,Oh Dear Me!
An Old Poet with an Ego?Silence Please.
Let Us ponder because ,We really cannot see.
Is this a wind up or a naughty tease?
We locked away your Ego in Nineteen fifty three.
You come in here bold as brass asking for the Moon.
After all we`ve done for you do you not agree?
You want your Ego Back?This is much too soon!
You`re now to write Ego-Free , get back to your room

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(Written in the Now gifted to The 1000th Man with grateful thanks 13th October 2009)