THOSE "BLOOMING" CAPS.

Waikato Times, Volume XXXIX, Issue 3160, 24 September 1892, Page 2

THOSE "BLOOMING" CAPS.

With what a whoop you've come again, ray quaint B.trrackian poet, Your welcome to your squeezed out notes, your flute, to, you may blow it ; Your song melodious I'd much like to hear you gaily singing, Only I fear your whooping tones would set my caw a-ringing. Your colours—brighter than your wit—are doubtless very flashy, But your " erlusion " to the bull is trite and rather trashy ; You'd bent old Solomon on fools, of whom you speak so bluntly, If I were oue 'twould easy be to find my peer at Huntly. Your 'erstwhile mate, that critic keen, maybe was cute and clever, I wonder what he would havo said of your last mixed endeavour ; He'd surely think a chap like you, who deals in terms like " crikey," Should stick to them and not ring in that pliant beauty, Psyche. And while on Cupid's lovely wife I'm for a brief space dwelling, There's something else, my whooping coon, to you I would be telling ; Don't prate so much of foreign words, their use condemn as shady, I ring in decent, common terms—you an numeral lady. You should not quite so bumptious be, and bonst of rapid writing, Nor yet conceitedly assume I'm slower at inditing ; You had the day of rest between—beware of Mrs Grundy, I verily believe that you do riming on a Sunday. In language orthodox and old you hint that I've fceen boozing, Your doubtless very sober now—good reason why, you're losing ; But when you win those blooming caps your boozo will not be stinted, You'll whoop and tonst until your nose grows very "ruby tinted." Dear boy, I am no " howling swell," as you have been presuming, I do not "elevate " my nose, fine airs and stylo assuming : I've no " swell togs,' - no "dimuns" bright arc in my sliiit front .sinning, I am a thorough Radical —I pity Want repining. You need not then a burglar's life be choosing on presumption, Perhaps your philanthropic cant is merely all assumption ; l-'or were you stupped of borrowed guise in which voti so much glory, 'Tis probable that we should find a grasping, hard, old Tory. But if I wrong you and your views accord with your fine writing. And you nro Harnestlv inclined and not just merely " skitin'," Though we are on the warpath now and go for one another, When quizzing'* done our common trend should all bad feeling smother. They say that David, Jesse's son, an expert was at throwing. And just like you he was, you know, a little prone to blowing ; He was an amorous kind of "cove," and not a little '' ikey," The parallel holds good for you—you hunt ...nund for Psyche. You're quite familiar with " Dick " Crowe, while I'm n<»t e'en acquainted, I And when I read your presage dire, dear | me, I nearly fainted ; I do uot think he'll harm me much—lie hasn't a fierce demeanour, But wouldn't it be fun for you to see him " bashing " Gleaner. Whoop on amain and sing your song, but mind—don't burst your thorax, For that would spoil our nice "duet" and stop your " poking borax": Bark, quaint old dog, for your maroons, still be their faithful poodle, I'll 1 arrack for my "boys in blue" and crow their cock-a-doodle. O LEASER