From the Poets

Southland Times, Issue 25359, 10 August 1935, Page 18

From the Poets

MY AMBITION. (Copied.) I’d like to be a draper’s girl, And measure ribbons out. . I’d like to be a butcher’s boy, And shout, and shout, and shout! I’d like to be a grocer’s man, And slice the beef and ham, And pat the butter into shape, And choose the pots of jam. I’d like to keep a stationer’s, With all the pens and things! I’d like to keep a jeweller’s, And try on all the rings! I’d like to be a muffin man, And ring a jolly bell. I’d to be a circus clown, A drummer boy as well. I’d like to be a banker man, And shovel silver out, Or nurse to mind the little ones, And order them about. I’d like to be policeman, at The corner of the Strand, And stop a million buses, when I lift my lordly hand! I’d like to ride a racing-horse— I’d like to drive a train— I’d like to be a gipsy, if It only wouldn’t rain! There are so many things to choose. All so exciting, too, I’m sure to have a lovely time Whichever I may do!

—By Margaret E. Gibb.

—Sent in by Cousin Elva Winsloe.