Nunc Dimmitus For Friend Chandra Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

The deep notes of the organ sound,
The choirboys look slyly round
to see what mischief they can find.
They look like angels but I find.

They’re really demons in disguise
a choirmaster must be wise.
They seem to have endless supplies
of mischief hid behind their eyes.

But I forgive them when they sing.
The treble voices echoing
high in the roofspace where they bring
pleasure to all those listening.

I love and hate them equally.
But now and then I can still see.
They’re not so different from me,
When I recall I used to be

a naughty little choirboy.
Full of tricks meant to annoy.
The mischief all small boys enjoy.
This knowledge which I now employ.

To keep my choirboys in line
Ensuring that they sound divine.
They do respond to discipline
just as I did when I was nine.

Each one posses a fine voice
sufficient reason to rejoice
I don’t regret I made the choice
to teach cathedral choirboys.

06/07/2009
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