TINK’S POETRY

Taranaki Daily News, 13 October 1928, Page 20

TINK’S POETRY

THREE LITTLE MEN. Three little men, once built a small house, They had for their housekeeper Mistress Grey Mouse. They had cheese for breakfast, dinner and tea; And all four were as happy as happy could be. THE CRUST OF BREAD. (Sent by D. Kemp.) I must not throw upon the floor The crust I cannot eat; For many little hungry ones Would think it treat. My parents labour very hard To get me wholesome food; Then I must never waste a bit That would do others good. For wilful waste makes woeful want, And I may live to say; Oh! how I wish I had the bread That once I threw away. THE PATIENT ANT. (Sent by D. Kemp.) “Oh, dear!” the little Ant exclaimed, “It really makes me ill. This is a second time a foot Has trodden on my hill. “It means that I must start again, And though I do not mind, I wish the little girls and boys Were not so very blind.” Because, you see, the Patient Ants Are building everywhere. So keep your eyes upon the ground, And lift your feet with care. QUITE WELL! (Sent by Alex. Cox.) Railway Guard (to little boy who isl going away to the seaside): “Are you first-class, sonny L” Little Boy: “Oh, yes, I'm feeling fine, thanks!” WOULD YOU? Peter: “Oh, Jenny, Daddy is going to bring home two lovely doggies! He says they are well bred ones!” i Jenny: “H’h! I’d rather have ginger bread ones any day!” RIDDLES. What did Columbus first plant in America? —His foot. What flies without wings?—Time. What is the hardest thing about skating?—The ice. (Sent by Ivy Upson.) What is the smallest room in the world? —A mushroom. Why is a large overcoat like a banana skin?—Because they are both easy to slip on. (Sent by Naomi Busing.) Cherry Cheeks was lost for weeks, And where d’you think they found her? Up to her eyes in cherry pies. With cherry stones all around her! A CLAN SONG. Perhaps you're sometimes lonely. Perhaps you’re sometimes blue? You may be just an “only,” And no one plays with you. You feel that nothing matters, life is rather grey; Well—tear such thoughts to tatters, And join the Clan to-das! Good-bye to tears and sadness, As soon as you’ve enrolled! The Clan’s a Club of Gladness, A fellowship of gold! And every single member Will think of you as “friend”; The T.B.C. remember, Will never, never end! . There’s Wendy-Dear to love you, And Tinker Bell the sprite Will hover just above you, To bring you dreams at night. There’s Billikins for laughter, So children, don’t delay, Join up, and follow after The T.B.C. to-day!

THE ALTERNATIVE. Tramp (to haughty old gentleman): Spare a copper, sir? Haughty Old Gentleman. I never give money to people in the street my man. Tramp: Then call at me ’ead orfis and settle wiy me sekkerterry,