New Year—A Barnyard Simile

NZ Truth, Issue 997, 3 January 1925, Page 5

New Year— A Barnyard Simile

The Old Year, like an ancient rooster blue -\. W'w age, sit' s pond'rin where 'is soul 'II go; While Clucky Time, regardless of 'is Woe, Is 'atchin Twehty-fbe, 'oo's almost due. Outside the coop, th' World wiv bandaged 'cad Stands watchin things and smilin fit ier bust On squattin*. Time: anon m deep disgust Arcursin 'cos the Old 'Un ain't quite dead. The Old 'Un even when 'c Was a chick, Was sour an nasty judgin by 'is phiz Which ain't becomin' what'er else it is. (Th' Cove Outside picks up a 'arf a brick) 'Tis mighty few regrets 'is death will breed > For mighty little pleasure 'as 'c brought Twelve months of woe an waste an war an greed Ain't likefy to arouse remorseful thought. TH Clock strikes Twelve an wiv a cheerful yell Th' World lets drive and Last Year's soul is flit; An <on tK stroke th' New Year cracks its shell An struts about, a King, an proud of it. Let's* 'ope th' little beggar ain't a frost; Lets 'ope Contentment will with 'im commence; Lets 'ope 'c finds th' Peace the others lost; Lets 'ope 'is second name is Common-Sense. v , —C.H.O.