THE NEWSPAPER POET.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIII, Issue IX, 1 September 1894, Page 199

THE NEWSPAPER POET.

I cull my smart things where I please, With moral sense elastic, And sparkle out in journalese, With many a quip sarcastic.

I chatter over women’s ways In quaint conceits and fancies, I snigger at each social craze, I babble of romances.

With many a manuscript I fret The high-class evening papers, Which often, with polite regret, Decline my verses’ capers.

I chatter, chatter, in a flow Of rhyme that’s like a river ; For Governments may come and go, But 1 go on for ever.

In politics a cynic sad, On cap and bells rely ing, I satirize the latest fad And shoot each folly flying.

I murmur of the moon and stars In amorous excesses, I jest at matrimonial jars And toy with Laura’s tresses

Then off again in endless flow — I'm nothing if not clever,— For everything may come and go, But I go on for ever.