OUR POETRY

Taranaki Daily News, 18 February 1933, Page 6 (Supplement)

OUR POETRY

IN THE GARDEN. The sparrow has a dust bath Nearly every day; He sits and splashes in the dust To while the hours away. The thrush is slim and pensive, Quiet he is and shy; He graciously considers me Out of his bright brown eye. A TO Z RHYME. (Sent by Audrey Pearce.) As A was sitting half Asleep, “It’s time for Bed,” said B. C crept into her little Cot, To Dreamland off went D. E closed his Eyes; F fretful grew. “Good-night,” G softly said; H hurried up the wooden Hill. I put Itself to bed. J jumped for Joy when bedtimes came. K Kissed good-night all round; L lit the Lamp, M struck the Match; The Land of Nod N found. O Owned that he was Over-tired, To Pillowland P Pressed. Q Queried why it was so Quiet When R Retired to Rest. S went in Search of Slumberland, Too Tired was T to stay. U went Upstairs, V Vanished, too, And W led the Way, When X eXclaimed, “How Y does Yawn!” , With Zest Z responded, “Dear’me, I’m last of all!” And tumbled ’into bed. THE DIFFERENCE. (Sent by Irene Saywell.) Eight fingers. Ten toes, Two eyes, And one nose. Baby said When she smelt the rose, “Oh! What a pity I’ve only one nose.” Ten teeth, In even rows, Three dimples, And one nose. Baby said When she smelt the snuff, “Deary me! One nose is enough.” < JOHNNY’S FROLIC.

(Sent by Olive Saywell.) Ho! for a frolic! Said Johnny the stout; “There’s coasting and sledding I’m going out!” Scarcely had Johnny Plunged in the snow When there came a complaint Up from his toe. “We’re cold,” said the toe, “I and the rest; There are ten of us freezing, Standing abreast.” Then up spoke an ear: “My! but it’s labour Playing in winter. Eh, Opposite neighbour?” “Pooh!” said his nose, Angry and red; “Who wants to tingle? Go home to bed!” Eight little fingers, Four to a thumb, All cried together, “Johnny, we’re numb!” But Johnny the stout Wouldn’t listen a minute; Never a snow-bank 1 " But Johnny was in it. Tumbling and jumping, Shouting with glee, Wading the snow-drifts Up to his knee. Soon he forgot them, Fingers and toes. Never once heeded The ear and the nose. Ah, what a frolic! All in a glow, Johnny grew warmer Out in the snow. Often his breathing Came with a joke: “Blaze away, Johnny! I’ll do the smoke.” “And I’ll do the fire,” Said Johnny the bold, “Fun is the fuel For driving off cold.” PASS IT ON. (Sent by Rex Woodley.) 1 If you’ve got a smile to spare, Pass it on. It will raise some heart with care, Put bright hope and courage there, Till it kills Old Man Despair, Pass it on. If you have a flower to spare, Pass it on. It will cheer some saddened weight, With its gentle beauty bright As they read its message right; Pass it on. If you have a gift to spare, Pass it on. Times are hard and cupboards bare, Of your bounty give a share. Pass it on. So our motto e’er shall be “Pass it on.” Every beauteous word and thought, Every deed so kindly wrought, Till sweet happiness we’ve bought, Pass it on. MY NEW SHOES. (Sent by Betty Crockett) My new shoes are black and bright, Heel and top and toe; Watch the left and watch the right When I move them—so. My new shoes are bright and gay; See them when I walk! Hear them squeaking? People say— That is how they talk. My new shoes are very clean, Heel and top and toe, Not a speck of dust is seen; I must keep them so. THE FAIRY PIG. (Sent by Gordon Crockett.) I had a little piggy, I put him in a sty; He grunted every time he heard That I was passing by. One morning very early, I went out in the rain, And there I saw my little pig Come running down the lane! 1 He called to me, “Good-moming!" In a voice so loud and big; I really think that he must be A sort of fairy pig! A PENNY TO WASTE. (Sent by Ruth Laird.) Will somebody give me a penny to waste? I’d love a penny to waste. There is Aunt Ellen and Uncle Paul, And the old man over the garden wall, They give me pennies, but always say: “Now don’t go and waste it, put it away, And lock it up for a rainy day.” And Nurse she says: “No,” When I ask if I may . . . Oh, I’d love a penny to waste.