THE EGMONT SEAT.

Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume LXII, Issue LXII, 18 November 1911, Page 9

THE EGMONT SEAT.

I'm an amateur at rhymes, But I read the Star sometimes Tn the evening while my supper settles down, And I've noticed J. G. J. Has a word or two to say Concerning ouv big Minister of the Crown.

Being a simple sort of bloke, I fail to see the joke— Fail to understand the reason of iris rhyme— Why this man from t'other shore Should be pushed behind the door, Just as if he had committed some great crime.

He's been asked by someone here To contest the seat this year, To represent this land of dairy slaves: And 1 think it's hardly right He should close his lips up tight, 'Cause J. G. J. don't like the way he shaves.

Now it seems this J. G. J. Is commanding all the say, I don't know, of course, how many votes he's got— He may have three or four, Or perhaps a half a score, But he writes as though he represents the lot.

It's quite likely D. J. Hughes Is entitled to hold views,

Same as any other voter on the roll, And those views of D. J. Hughes, Set Dive shaking in his shoes— Makes him dream he's slipping down the poll.

I've no fault to find with Dive, Rather pleased to "see him strive; But I'm thinking from a workman's point of view, That this man with all the brains, Is the man to hold the reins, No matter if he hails from Timbuctoo.

So if J. G. J. has time, Let him build another rhyme; Let him state the reason why Dive suits him best, If he really dees believe Dive has something up his sleeve— More than sitting snugly still within his nest.

M. GINTY, From Billygoat Flat.