ROUND ABOUT

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 2, Issue 131, 4 March 1940, Page 5

ROUND ABOUT

THE RUBAIYAT OF THE COW (With nil due Apologies) Awake! For it is early morning light Consider thou our painful cheerless plight; Once more to shiv'rir.g ilon our sticky togs, Once more to toil and si rive--and pray for night. Old Angeline has strayed :nid likewise Rose, And Blossom, Buttercup, where no one knows. The bull is bogged, Ihe calves are in the oats: One chapter of imperishable" woes.. Ah, fill the Gup and in the Fire of Spring Our thousand worries to the winds we'll fling; A few decades will paying prices bring, So let ns thank our Stars —like anything! Come, Strawberry, to fill the cot that clears (Perhaps) the mortgage in a hundred .years; To-morrow, why, to-morrow I may be Bankrupt, or swanking with the Profiteers, The butter market reeks of Aye* and Noes, And slightly up, but mostly down: it goes; And he who prays for "nps" and fewer "downs"' He knows about it all —you bet lie knows! Myself when young did eagerly frei quent "Experts" on farming and their argument: T fell for, and the joke they played on me Now shows up monthly as—"Arrears of Rent." Through them I toiled, and many seed did test. And long hours daily laboured my poor best; And this was sll the harvest' that I reaped— Experience! The Banker got the rest But fill the Cup- what boots it to repeat Ffow Gorse and Ragwort spring beneath our feet* The Mortgagee will take possession soon And lose his reason; and Revenge--1 is sweet! ,The Car the Farmer sets his* heart ' upon 'Gets bent, much mud-bespattered or i anon ; Some Drunken Blighter in an Antique Bus Comes crash upon it, and" its day is gone. i That inverted dray we call the Stye Whecunder crawling croopt the pigs do lie, Look not to them for profit now, for they Will net you nothing once the eows are dry-. Oh thou who didst with Mortgage and with Bill' Invest the ground that Fm supposed to till, As one. prize optimist you stand alone, My prospects hopeless- are? my cash is NIT. Ah! Interest on my Loan that knows no wane, ; The payment quarterly is due gain. What waste of paper, and of stamps ; displayed! , "Blueys~ and Bills both come an# go—ln vain. . Hie with me to the Town and leave i the lot, [ Send Quota and its advocates to Pot„ Our pressing creditors were bom to wait;, At least they ean't get what we haven't got. * And when at length with halting. 1 foot they pass Where there are Cows no more, and Weeds for Grass; 1 Arid in their optimism reach theSpot Whence I walked off: then write i me down—an Ass! 7