Nunc Dimmitus

narrative verse

 

 

Nunc Dimmitus

 

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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