OUR POETRY

Taranaki Daily News, 10 May 1930, Page 24 (Supplement)

OUR POETRY

(Scut by Lottie Hamilton.)

I do not fear my shadow thin, No, no, not I! The more I chase, and try to catch, The more he'll fly. Sometimes he walks in front of me, Or at my side, And sometimes gets behind my back, And tries to hide. He’s often like a great long tree, He grows co tall, And then a tiny mushroom seems, He is so small. CHRISTMAS EVE. (Sent by Hay Horgan.) Up the dark, dark stairway, In the creepy air, We’re climbing with our candle, Is Father Christmas there? He’s coming, coining, coming, This very night, oh, dear! Isn’t to-night the thrillicst night There is in all the year! He’s coming in a cloak that’s red. And stuck about with holly, With lots of toys, and games, and sweets, And everything that's jolly. He’ll dash across the sky, In the moonlight and the snow, Till like apples and a cherry Hie cheeks and nose they glow. Then, faster than the flying snow, Right down lie’ll come, a-swinging, All in a cloud of frosty breath With sledge belle round him ringing. I’m going to keep aw.ake, I am, I've never seen him yet! I've said 1 would do every year, But always I forget. This time I will not sleep >i wink 1 really, truly won’t. But shout, “Ho! Mr. Christmas/’’ Now just, see if I don't! What time is it, how dark it is, Oh wasn’t this Christmas Eve? Has he been? Are they full? I wonder what lie’ll leave! Why, there! He’s been and gone again While we were fast asleep! You very naughty, dear old man, Wo should just like a peep. My! don’t they all feel funny, Whatever can this be? An’ we’ve got to wait for hours and hours Till it's light enough to see. JACK FROST. (Sent by Kris Hodges.) To you, good people, who pass this way, And all little children dear, We wish a beautiful Christmas Day And happy and glad New Year. We’ve frosted the woods, the fields, the lanes, The hedges, the tree-tops high. The houses and roofs and window panes. And steeple that Hears the sky. Young Timothy Thaw we've hunted too, Foi; fear he might come to-night, And all our wonderful work undo, And spoil this Christmas sight. DR. I’AUSTAS. (Sent by Gladys Piper.) Dr. Faustas was a good man. He whipped his scholars now and then. When he whipped them he made them dance, Out of Scotland into France, Out of France into Spain, And then he whipped them back again. MY PONY. I had a little pony His name was Dapple Grey, I lent-him to a lady, To ride a mile away. She whipped him, she slashed him, She rode him through the. mire. I would’nt lend my pony any more For all the lady’s hire.

JENNY KISSED ME

(Sent by Alex Cox.) Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in, Time, you thief, who love to get. Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I’m weary, say I’m sad, Say that health and 'wealth have missed me, Say I’m growing old, but add — Jenny kissed me. THE LITTLE PIPEB. (Sent- by Keith Hoben.) Donald Macdonald's a braw little lad With bis woollen Glengarry, his kilt and his plaid; And he’s piping the march they have taught him to play, At Gaffer Macdonald's on New Year’s Day. THE LITTLE ESKIMO. (Scut, by Doris Whiting.) “I’m really getting tired,” said a little Eskimo, “Of such an awful lot of ice and such a lot of snow, And blizzards are a nuisance when you get them every day, So I really wouldn’t mind the chance if I could get away. “I'd like a warmer country; it must be jolly fun To ramble in a meadow and swelter in the sun; . Or play upon a golden beach with a little jolly spade, And revel in the weather when it’s ninety in the shade!” QUESS THIS ONE. Two brothers are we, with jive children a-piece. A number which rarely is known to increase; We are large, white and black, we are soft, white and small, But without us mankind could do nothing at all. We laboured with Adam in tilling the ground, Yet with the elite we may always be found. Without uh no vessel the ocean could roam, t , Yet though we go forth you will find us at home. Although for our colour and size you may flout us, You never would hire a servant without us. If you can't find us out—why, to cut short our story, , When you sit down to dinner you see us before -you. Answer; Hands.

CAN YOU GUESS.

(Sent by Lottie Hamilton.)

Why did the almond whirl?—Because it saw the chocolate drop. What field can never grow grass?—A coal-field.

How would you swallow a door?— Py bolting it. Why is the letter Q like a plum cake? —Because it makes “lad” “glad.” (Sent by Chloris Stewart.) Why do hens always lay in the day time?—Because at night they are roosl-ers. On what side of the house do you find the porch?—On the outside, of course. Whv is the letter V like your nose when' it occurs in civil?—Because it’s between two (i's) eyes. What animal lias the most good points?—A porcupine, of .course. (Sent by Freda Wadsworth.) Why does a hen peck a dish? —Because it can't lick it. Why does a hen go across (he road?— To get to the other side. What did the window say when the tree fell on it? —Tre-men-doua. (Sent by E. Hurley.) Why are kangaroos like clocks? —Because they move by springs. Why is a ship polite?-—Because it advances with bows. Why arc handcuffs tike guide books? —Because they are made for tourists (two wrists). Why will a wise burglar always avoid a laundry ?—Because there is a “copper” there. What letter made Good Queen Bess mind her p's and q’s?—R made her (Armada). When is a piece of wood like a king? —When it is made into a ruler. Why did the hall stand?—Because it saw the door step. LITTLE LAUGHS. (Sent by Martin Langdon.) “Pat, you complain of being out of work, and yet. I heard that coal dealer offer you a' job not ten minutes ago.” “Yis, sor, but I’m hanged if I’ll work meself to death to keep alive, sor.” » rt d 6 Johnnie: “What does it mean by ‘seeing the humorous and serious side of things’?” Father: “Well, my son, take a banana skin, for example. How many sides has it?” Johnnie: “Why, two, of course.” Father: “Exactly; and when some other fellow steps on a banana skin, he sees the serious side of it and you see the humorous side.’’ # # “Say, boy,” remarked a would-be fisherman, “Are there any fish in this stream?” “Yes.” “Will they bite?” “None of them ever bit me. mister, but you don’t have to go into the water to fish if you are afraid of ’em.” Father “How many times did I tell you to stop that noise?” Johnie (reflectively): “Seven, father.” e # # # (Sent by Ilene Thompson.) Pat, do you think I could borrow five pounds on the strength of an honest face ? I think you might if you pulled your hat- well down. * * w # IRISH. “I say, Pat,” said erne Irishman to another.' “Have you got a light?” “Yes, jM'ike,” said Pat. “But it’s out.” I - i BENJAMIN SAYS IT WITH FLOWERS i “Dem’s my favourite flowers!" said Benjamin, “Lil’ wee Snowdrops! pale and white. My! I wonder,” said Little Black Benjamin—“l jus’ wonder if I might? Send a great bunch to the Wendy Ladies, The Wendy Ladies up at the Hut? I’d like to' send them a lil’ wee present , . , but .... I’m too shy,” said Benjamin Brown, • “To carry dem Snowdrops up to the Hut!” ‘ Little Black Benjamin borrowed the Postman! (Postman —yon know—are never shy) “Snowdrops from Benjamin Brown!” he told them. “But whv?” asked the Wendy Ladies, “Why ' Do you bring the Snowdrops from Little Black Benjamin?” And Postman knowingly winked his eye—- “ Someone!” he laughed, “Had to bring up those Snowdrops, Ana Little Black Benjamin's far too shy!”

CLEVER JUMBO.

Freddie came home from school bursting to tell his mother all about the knowledge he was gaining.

“What do you think, mother?” he re.marked. “More than five thousand elephants a year go to the making of cur piano keys.” His mother looked gravely over her gold-rimmed spectacles. ' .. “Yes, dear,” she replied, “it’s simply wonderful what they can train tboic animals to do,’’