1972?

Press, Volume CXI, Issue 32803, 31 December 1971, Page 12

1972?

(By

WHIM WHAM)

No doubt, Sir, you expect to hear Something nice for the New Year, — • An Utterance by a Public Oracle, Complete with References historical, — Some Uplift, ballasted with Gravity, Filling ah intellectual Cavity. I’d hand You out my Message eagerly, Copiously, not to say Vice-regally,— I’d roll the Phrases round my Tongue, I’d soothe the Old, and woo the Young,— Unpalatable Facts intrude? I’d dong Them with a Platitude. I’d mark the Quality of Life, Sport, Drugs, Pollution, foreign Strife, — Inflation! That’s a serious Note. Joe wants a Rise, I want his Vote. Dick wants a House, I want my Yacht. Bill’s rising Wages cause the Rot, My Shares and Dividends do not. We’ll pay our Tax, and fill our Larder, If AR (especially BUI) work harder. Oh, Sir, I’d make You understand The Moral Problems of our Land, — This coming Year, our shining Goal, Rude Health in Body, and in Soul! On a Religious Note I’d end, — My apostolic Blessing send, And topping That, my Peroration, Faith in the Future of the Nation! I’d do all This, if I were able To scramble up your Tower of Babel,— I’d do my Thing for ’Seventy-two, If I could think of Something new,— If they were not about to BORE me, The Experts who will do it for Me. ‘fer