OUR OWN VERSEMAKERS

New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12561, 25 September 1926, Page 16

OUR OWN VERSEMAKERS

TO FAIRIEL WITH A POSIE. Freezias, stocks and anemones too, Primroses, violets gathered for you. Gaze at the red ones, the white ones,! the blue: Ihrink in the perfume that drenches .thejn through. KEITH HUTCHESON. Lower Hutt. (Aged 11. \ (It is as fresh and as sweet as the flowers themselves, Keith. . . . and' some of those are lovely yeti It-wasn’t very easy, either, to make the names fit, was it? Words like “anemones’”: . . . and you have ,to be Awfully care-; ful with that word “violets.” But the rhymes are right, all four of them,, and the length of the lines too. I| thought I’d never stop obeying thati last line I—Fairiel.) THE BAND. Johnny has a drum And it makes an awful din, While Baby sucks, her thumb . And bangs upon a tin. MARION CHUDLEY. Seatoun. (Aged 9.) (It sounds a truly splendid noise, young nine-years 1 You didn’t give it a name so I’ve called it “The Band”; . . . will that do? I nearly called itmusic, but that’s too pretty a word to play with, isn’t it? “Drum” and “thumb” rhyme in spite of the “b,” don’t they? The second line is a wee shade longer than the others . . . saythe verse leaving out the word "it” and see. Good, little one. —Fairiel.) WHO wrote two verses called “The Rabbit”? Somebody did, and forgot to put their name on the back when he sent them to me.—EJairfel. I Nancy Martin, Petone.---“Rain” , is not quite good enough, young versemaker . . . send us some more. A NEPW ELF. I have joined the Fairy Ring, Hip Hooray 1 I’m as happy as a king. • Hip Hooray 1

But I’d best be careful when I’m dancing in the Ring Not to dance on any fairies . . . It would be a dreadful thing If I trampled them to piepes! 1 But I won’t. So let us sing Hip Hooray! CAMPBELL BENNETT. Northland. (Aged 11.) (Here’s a jolly “joining” song! And it’s quite a well made rhyme, Campbell. Thanks for your promise to be gentle with our fairy things . . . it would probably be horrid to be trampled to pieces, and my fays are precious. —Fairiel.)