The author of the baldascoot 

Is to me a wise old bird 

He writes rhyme that stir the mind

With works that are gritty

Not meant to be be pretty 

They are just they to remind us 

We are all one of a kind

We are all human we all have a heart

We all need to eat sleep and indeed fart        

There's no one who stands alone 

In a different time zones

We all a part of life wondrous art  

Some of his works are Witty

Just written for fun 

If I see that damn bird

I'll for my gun

He talks of love as any husband should  

Perhaps he could teach mine I wish he would

His work is creative he has is own style 

Often lamenting when self expressing

What may be deemed a fault
 
In a men of such learning

His  longing his  yearning
 
For the fruit of the vine

His passion for the odd glass of wine    

The fact of which I only care to mention
 
Just to refine him 

Not to be unkind to him

So Just to conclude this ode   

I herald John with a big gong 

Send Love as a friend

May our friendship stay strong

Thou we may never meet 

To claim your friendship 

To me is a treat

That I find hard to beat
   
Keep up your unique style

At least for a while

Katanga so long