ORIGINAL POETRY

Waikato Independent, Volume XXX, Issue 2425, 9 December 1930, Page 3

ORIGINAL POETRY

WHAT THE SITTEES SEE AND THINK. AT THE MATRICULATION EXAM. Waiting for a brain wave, Striving for ideas, Oh! ho.w disturbing are the Supervisor’s ears! A facial twitch, a little sniff — Surely I’ll remember something in a ' JUti But no! he’s moving, rising from his chair; He’s passing lingers through his hair. The minutes fly; I gaze on high — There’s inspiration on the ceiling. The Supervisor’s on the move. I’ve got a sort of feeling — He’s passing close, ami peeping Oh yes, peeping—o’er my shoulder. A vacant feeling is inside of me. Ah! here comes the Supervisor’s tea. Some, too, would make me bolder. I chew my pc it, consult my toes, Oh! now' he’s going to blow his nose. He’s dozing now, so very quiet — It must have bepn the morning diet. Well, things seem so much easier now, I’m really feeling quite “highbrow-”; I think I’ll get through this alright, With mannerisms out of sight. —C.C.W.C, ' matriculating-. If you look, you will think we are sitting in state — We arc simply endeavouring to matriculate, ’Neath the eyes of a parson, ah! no, it’s a Clarke, y Chewing aw r ay at his biscuits. What a jolly good lark! And ov'Pr our shoulders his nose he docs poke. , By the way, he must think it’s a capital joke. He is our examiner, and I really must say Wc all know he will give us the best of fair play. I feel really done up —simply stums to my seat, And the best’s sure to win, while,the others get beat. I don’t care who wins or gets beat; I don’t bother; I’m simply fed up —want to get home to mother. ! —SALLY.