Original Verse

Southland Times, Issue 24592, 14 November 1941, Page 2

Original Verse

NONSENSE POEM A little nonsense now and then, Is relished by the wisest men. The truth of that I cannot tell, But these would please me very well. If milk shakes grew on every tree, And lollies where the leaves should be, If we could permanently wash our ears, And our necks stay clean for years and years. If school had only one vacation, And each was of one year’s duration,

If we could visit the Man in the Moon, And come back home in a yellow

balloon. —4 marks to Cousin Keith Brighton A.C. (12), Box 30, Nightcaps.

THE RIVER When the snow melts on the mountains And the river is in flood, It spreads out over the paddocks And leaves behind silt and mud. Some rivers are so fierce and swift With whirlpools galore; It is not very safe to bathe. Unless you keep near the shore.

I enjoy a swim in the river When it is warmed by the sun. Swimming, diving and floating about, Scaring away all the eels and trout. —2 marks to Cousin Shirley Prentice (9), Fairfax.

MY DAY At six o’clock I’m fast asleep, At seven out of bed I leap. My breakfast’s ready sharp at eight, At nine it’s school—l’m nearly late. At ten o’clock I’m doing sums, Eleven’s playtime with my chums. At twelve o’clock off home I run. And have my dinner soon, at one.

At two and three I’m out to play, There’s no more school—it’s Saturday. By four o’clock it’s time for tea, At five my Mummy reads to me. At six she tucks me up in bed; And says “Good night, my sleepy head!” —4 marks to Cousin Dawn Hayes (10), Harbison street, Otautau. NEW ZEALAND New Zealand is my homeland, The land where I was born, I love it’s valleys, hills and plains, The waves and foam rippling up the shore. New Zealand for its beauty, Mountains, bush and lakes, They always seem so wonderful, And lovely sights they make. New Zealand is a happy land, Of people white and brown. They never quarrel, hate, or fight. But are a happy crowd. I’d hate to leave New Zealand, The sunny land of peace, Everyone is happy, We do just as we please. —2 marks to Cousin Audrey Sheed A.C. (15), Ten-ace Hill, Mandeville. THE EVENING In the evening when the lamps are lit, Around the fire the family sit, Reading and joking the whole night through ’Cos there’s nothing else todo. They don’t go to bed till ten o’clock

And when they look they have a shock Thinking it’s only twenty past seven. When it’s going on for eleven. —2 marks to Cousin Jean Coster (9), Gummies Bush R.D.