VAGRANT VERSE

Southland Times, Issue 19295, 5 August 1921, Page 4

VAGRANT VERSE

MICK’S WAY TO MAKE A FORTUNE.* (To Robert Francis). (Written for the Southland TimeQ Sure a witty brand of poet Made a bogus Irishman, And he talked a lot of nonsense, Such as Michaels never can; For he hadn’t kissed Ould Ireland Where the Blarney Stone’s at rest. And the wit of Erin bubbles In the wisdom of a jest. Faith his humour’s very pawky, Not an Irishman’s at all, (Though the Michaels haven’t leamin’ They have somethin’ not so small); An’ the sneerin’ at a girleen Isn’t just the thing they do. If her manner doesn’t happen To be plazin’ sir, to you. It’s a knowledge mighty handy, Not to buy or sell too much, Till you have in your possession, —As a sort of moral crutch— Just a very slim idea, How the little vixen’s mind, May be estimating you, sir, And the value of your kind. There are jokes galore and plenty For each hesitating wit, But a nurse’s work and worth, sir. To a sneer will never fit. —Anar. Invercargill, Au«mst 4.