By Sam Ogabidu
The history Professor is gone
He came in a high neck shirt
Broad shouldered with an epaulette
Minted with gold the colour of the trust
He brought with panache from Oxford
The history Professor is gone
He left in a low neck shirt
Face downcast with doubts
Shoulders broken with drab coloured
Medals spelling the ambiguity of his smile
The history Professor is gone
He left with his glitches
Outfoxed and outmanoeuvred
By the players in the match
He had officiated for a decade
The history Professor is gone
He left with the goodwill of his staff
Like he came to serve them
And the ill will of those he sent to court
For querying his blunted Irev and Bvas
The history Professor is gone
In the wind of a blue smoke
Whence he came with funeral dirge
Till we meet again hounding
Like the growl of a Mastiff at night
@Sam Ogabidu