A READER’S MEDLEY
MIDNIGHT MUSINGS Until the drought breaks, Wellington streets, as was the practice years ago, are to be washed down with salt water instead of fresh. There was once a time When the city’s grime Was tackled with H2 O, But the stuff's gone short (Save the salty sort) So to old Port Nic. they go. By the spreading stream Of the old regime You were sprinkled —nothing more; Now, the midnight swill Is a real “mixed grill,” Via a pipe on the harbour floor. There’s the risk of a slip On a sprat, or a trip On a winkle’s crusty hide; There’s the chance of crunch On a seaweed bunch With a crab (and his claws) inside. But worse than all those — (You have heard, I suppose, Of the octopus down by the breast- , work) — Would be tentacles eight In the watercart freight... An • occasion for footwork—and chestwork! —M.E.
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Dominion, Volume 28, Issue 120, 14 February 1935, Page 7
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152A READER’S MEDLEY Dominion, Volume 28, Issue 120, 14 February 1935, Page 7
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