THE LAST STRAW.
I swam on the crest of a silvery wave, Under the cliffs to a mermaid's cave. Many maidens lay singing there, But none were combing their golden hair. And that was strange, for I always knew That is what mermaids ought to do. Into a corner some chattering gnomes Were sweeping great heaps of coral combs, They laughed, as they tripped over strands of hair, That lay, in gold glitter everywhere. And a great grey lobster, with pearly shears, Was clipping the curb round a mermaid's fiU''S. " Oh, mermaids," I cried, with a voice of despair, " What have you done with your golden hair ?" With peals of laughter thej? answered me, " We've bobbed, and wa're shing!ed f as land maids be, Do you like"—but I threw myuoli on » wave., And. heartbroken* swam from that mersnaid's cave*
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIV, Issue 19833, 31 December 1927, Page 4 (Supplement)
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139THE LAST STRAW. New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIV, Issue 19833, 31 December 1927, Page 4 (Supplement)
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