Perpetually
in his hand is the royal scepter
But he
wields it as if it contains some nectar
For the
sweetness embedded in his rule,
Far
outweighs the one enjoyed in the Yule.
The master
who loses sleep for his subjects’ welfare,
Deserves a
great honour even down to his footwear
Boss who
excessively desires growth for his lawn mowers,
Will always
be counted among the shakers and the movers.
Humility
beyond the biblical meekness personified
Both nature
and nurture combined in him dignified
He who wines
and dines with the high and mighty,
Yet still
identifies with the lowly and the untidy.
Magnanimity
and philanthropy in the first order
Hand always
extended beyond a limitless border
He is indeed
a deserving master with a difference
And he
deserves our praise and continued allegiance.
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