VAGRANT VERSE

Southland Times, Issue 19173, 18 February 1924, Page 4

VAGRANT VERSE

MORONS AT BAY. (Written lor the Southland Times.) I.—Conventional Lyric. I love books, marked and old; Quiet towns which progress passes; Roads where the gorse is gold ; Blue hills; tall summer grasses ; Tides slow that kiss the shore. Melodiously lap-lapping; The quick dip of an oar, The brown sails flapping; An hour for making rhymes Of life’s joys and crosses; The still when midnight chimes To count one’s losses. 2. —Abridged Novel. I have always wished to tell the story Unfortunately it is quite true. It is all about a man who fell in Jove. Of course there was nothing wrong with that, Merely this: She happened to be the wrong woman.— This is the splendid secret of literature! 3. Verse fibre, 1923. The shop assistant being a perfect fo** l Talks of Paris creations, Contrasts, blends, design. It he were wise he would laugh. Because after all Ladies who wear coloured hats With huge feathers Must consider themselves More artistic than the Creator. God only made Tigers, birds and gardens, He also called forth the sea— Four beautiful and terrible things. But tigers are in a lady’s eyes, Birds sing in her laughter, Gardens are her lips, Her flowing hair is the sea. The shop assistant is a knave, And ladiesf 4. —From the Greek Anthology. The Venus de Milo is not in the running When the dashing Apollo is out for • sunning. —Southerner Invercargill, February 11,