A FRIGHTFUL DREAM
Some soul has gone to sleep And had a frightful dieam. Then in your press enumerates The awful things he’s seen. I’m sure he is a bowler, For that is how it seems, As first to cross his troubled thoughts Are bowlers and their greens. He then goes to the races, There bets his little wad; The photo-finish shows he’s lost, So that blow makes him sad. Then next in flight of fancy, With the Vicar at the Pole, He finds they are the topics At the golfers’ nineteenth hole'. His mind then goes a-wandering, And it seems to give him pajp, That lots of money has been raised At Kerepehi on the Plains. But quickly he returns again To share Paeroa’s lot, And finds the bread is rising, But the water’s not so hot. There his thoughts got muddled; He sees a Rugby ball, The Mayor lining up the band, And entering our Town Hall. Methinks he’s like Van Winkle, Who though he didn’t snore, Also had a lengthy sleep Of twenty years or more. So may our local sleeper Keep sleeping if he will, And may the sun not wake him As it creeps o’er Primrose Hill. But when at last he wakens To a world strange and new, He’ll find all wrongs are righted, And the Town Hall finished too. —“NO FLOOD.”
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Hauraki Plains Gazette, Volume 58, Issue 4167, 1 August 1949, Page 6
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228A FRIGHTFUL DREAM Hauraki Plains Gazette, Volume 58, Issue 4167, 1 August 1949, Page 6
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