mhall46184@aol.com
September, 2013
Vir Parvus in Sede Magna
Magister,
to his chair:
“O Chair, O wonderful, manly, leather
Chair,
The throne behind my bold, impressive
desk,
Proud plane adorned with my sports
trophies there,
Altar to my masque, my fond burlesque.”
Magister,
from his chair:
“Do you think you can sit in this
chair? Say!
No, and I’ll tell you why – this chair
is mine,
Hard-earned by trafficking my resume’
-
Pause, then, and kneel; I feel almost divine!”
Vox
populi:
“O Magister, no, we’d never presume
Ever to mime your magnificentia -
Your throne is honored in this consular
room
(For we would not share in your
dementia).”
