POETRY OLD AND NEW.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XLIX, Issue 14940, 13 March 1912, Page 10

POETRY OLD AND NEW.

A RECIPE FOR " JOHN BULLv'i Take one Duke of' Wellington, Add ono Gilbert Chesterton, Give a dash of Johnsonese. Pinch ot salt from Dibdoa'i Seas* ■, Sprinkle with manly sport, • Drench with pints of ripo old port, Stuff with beef and malt and hops. Add a pair of mutton chops, Be not sparing of the lard. Spioo with fragments of titw Bard 4 . . Don't forget to rub some fat in. Mixed with tags of English Latin, Servo with patriotic bsiuco J: . Dogmatism and brute forco. Garnish with « big cravat, Gladstone collar, low crowned hat. Swallow-tail and boots with tops, Don't forget ttoo mutton chops. —XJT..S. VILLANEILE. My queen, Bho wears a golden crown', Set with a, single ruby rareOnly I know, of all tho town. A jeweller of small renown, ■>, I set the precious bauble there— My queen, she wears a golden crown. Her rank's not guessed by every olownj That Phyllis in a queen. I swear Only I know, of all the town. A simple maid in gingham gown, Who has no worldly wealth to spare. My queen, she wears a golden crown. One summer night, her head bent down, I kissed her brow so white and fairOnly I know, of all tho townThat jewel's eet in strands of brown, And when the sunlight's in her hair, My queen, she wears a golden crownOnly I know, of all tho town.l/ CHINNING POLLOCK in Munsey's, > '-■'• "■"■ ■" •" •■ ""■'" . MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS. They nearly strike mo dumb, And I tromble whoa they come Pit-a-pat; This palpitation means ■ That these boots are Geraldme s-~< Think of that! O where did hunter win 8o delectable a skin For her feet? You lucky little kid. You perish'd, bo you did, For my sweet! The faery stitching gleams On the sides, and in the seams. And it shows . „ That the Pixies were the wags Who tipt these funny tags, And those toes. The simpletons who squeeze Their extremities to please ' Mandarins; ' " Would positively flinch (Prom venturing to pinon : Ueraldino's. What soles to charm an elf I Had Crusoe, sick of self, Chanced to view ■ .- One printed near the tide, 4 Oh how hard he would have tried • For the two! . " For Gerry's debonair, ■ And innocent, and tai? As, a. rose; '-■"„.' And #lendorly she's built, . With a fascinating tilt To her nose. Cinderella's lefts and rights To Geraldino's were frights; And, I trow, • *-. - The damsel, deftly shod, lias dutifully trod ' ', Until now. " Come Gerry, since it suits ■ Such a pretty Puss {in Boots) These to don, ■Sot this dainty hand awhile On my shoulder, dear, and 111 Put them on. —FBEDJ3BICK.LOCKEE-I;Aiai'SOl{ l in London Lyrics, , '