The Ram In The Journey (Dedicated To Dr. R. T- Probe Journey) Poem by Maymay Marie

The magistrate made a serious and wit entrances,
Wearing his Robust, Artistic, and Magisterial stature,
In the first graded meeting,
He wore the crown pen and the probe scepter.

He was a smile to a lonely heart,
A song to a morning and evening delight,
His steps were a grin to the blank pages,
A missing puzzle to complete the pattern.

In his hands, the flambouyant humor and wit marked,
The microphone was his sword to serve,
His books were neatly piled in his head,
His down-to-earth nod was a key to the nearest hall.

He had a keen eyes to a multifaceted journey,
Also to the probe, and the sanguine of post,
He smoothen the rough vessel traveled in May,
His laughter gave way to the hidden treasures to show.

His hands were a baton to the music of quiries,
He had a Robust, Artistic, and Magisterial stature,
He was the RAM, The Lore of Science,
The bridge, The RAM in the Journey.