OUR POETRY

Taranaki Daily News, 12 October 1929, Page 24 (Supplement)

OUR POETRY

THE MERRY STREAM. (Alice Edgecombe.) * Between the trees, and in and out The little, streamlet goes. I wonder it is never tired. So fast it always flows. It never stops to rest or play, But hurries on its happy way. THE CANDY KING. • (Sent by Joyce Stockmaa.i I’d like to be the candy king, * And lord it in the fair. And sell my lock to anyone Who visited me there; I’d build a tower of candy stick With spires and turrets on, With red and white of peppermint And brown of cinnamon. And ail the rowdy roundabouts, And hurdy-gurdy men, . Would play me every tune they knew, And then begin again. Ob, when 1 see that crowded stall. And people pushing there, I’d love to be the candy king, And lord it in the fair! LITTLE THIEVES. (Sent by Emma Ward.) A four-legged thief crept out of his house, And nibbled some cheese, And he was a mouse! A two-legged thitff, as I've often heard, Took the early peas, And he was a bird! Oh, little mouse! If I think of it, When they give me cheese, I’ll save you a bit! 0’.., little bird! If you’ve got to come Eor those early peas, Won't you save me some I 1 LESSONS. (Sent by Alice Bishell.) 1 like to draw a pig or cat; A house, with windows, and all that; But when it comes to drawing maps, I think I’d rather not, perhaps. Arithmetic is rather nice, For once times one and two times twice. But when it comes to nine times nine I'd lather it-was yours than mine, NESTS.., (Scut by Olive Cleaver.) Birdies, when the Spring is come. Seek in forest-ways a home; Every tiny feathered thing Finds some spot to nest and .sing. Tender thoughts and fancies fair, Flying here, a-flying there, Seeking out some place of rest, In my heart, come, make your nest.

“SO QUEER

(Sent by “Clematis.”) * Did ever you hear of a funnier man Than Mr'. Theophilus Joseph McShan? He lives in a queer, upside-down sort-of way And never pays heed to what other folks say. When winter-time comes with its snow and its hail, He loves to go picnicking down in the dale, But on midsummer's day, should you care to inquire, You’ll find him a-snoozing in front of the fire. He peppers his pudding, puts honey on ham, And always eats shrimps .with a>. spoonful of jam; While his favourite dish, as lie often det-la res, Is muffins and mutton ami chocolate eclairs. Each morning he dines ere it starts to get light, At midday has supper, his breakfast alnight ; And tea he will take —how the onlookers stare!— As he rides on the back of his highstepping mare. And what you do you think of his favourite pet ? It's a young crocodile that he’s managed to get; And under his bed in the night, as they say, ‘ i A great, grunting grizzly lies snoring away. ", Yes, Air. Theophilus Joseph McShan, Is such, an extremely peculiar man! I’m ever so thankful, and. very glad too. That Mr. McShan’s not my Daddy—aren’t you? GOLDEN SLUMBERS. ( (Sent by Lily Peters.) Golden slumbers kiss your Dyes, Smiles awake Syou when you rise. Sleep, pretty maiden, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby. ■Care you know not, therefore sleep. While I o’er you watch do keep. Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry, And 1 will sing a lullaby.