AN APOSTROPHE.

Taranaki Herald, Volume VII, Issue 356, 28 May 1859, Page 3

AN APOSTROPHE.

Friends-Countrymen and Lovers! what's to be done! Has Mister Watson squabbled with the sun ? Why is New Plymouth but a timeless spot ? Is it not worth powder — let alone the shot 1 The Pa's great gun why doth it weekly trounce Saturday out oi its mid-day bounce ? Is that great gun waiting till its debts are frightful To make its " going off" the more delightful ? Must all New Plymouth be a laughing stock, Not a man within in knowing " what's o'clock ?" Must Jones who dineth as he hopes at " one," Come home too late and find his dinner gone 2 Must loveis perish from this timeless bother, Meeting disappointment — and not each other ? Must legs of mutton boiling in the pot Protest they're done, when " Missus " knows they're not' Must Moses who stands hard for twelve o'clock Sufl'er a pecuniary shock, Finding that to moirow's not begun And foreclosed mortgages— expensive funMust all this happen— dreadful though it be And no man find a present remedy » Our red-coat friends, indeed, have partly cured the ill 13y hoisting up a most extensive pill, But then, alas ! the military sinners, Up flies their signal just when they want their dinners. Rouse Watson Rouse ! A sight! A sight! Up with your sextant ! Set New Plymouth right ! Take the old sun — and shake him if you will, Do anything but let our clocks stand still. Cram the old gun ! Boldly blaze away, Scale every watch into the right time of day. And ye, too, Thompson, Brown, and Jones & Smith, Draw your puises, like Englishmen of pith Subscribe for powder— make a decent pay, And ha\e Noon blazed out every day. All men then will truly come to time And I wont scribble any further rhyme, —Communicated. M. W. C.

THE TARAN 1 .

AKr HERALD.