My Little Glass House.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXX, Issue IX, 28 February 1903, Page 601

My Little Glass House.

Here snugly I sit hi my little glass bouse. Far from the cares of a troublesome spouse. Scratching and scrawling with pencil and pen. AH on my own In my wee little den. When with the divine afflatus I'm seized. In language poetic to write then I'm pleased; Though sadly by some who on me are rough— My efforts are dubbed "poor, doggerel stuff.” I know I'm no Byron, no Shelly, or Burns; And this to all whome'er It concerns— J write not for honour, for glory or fames Nor do I contrive to win a great name. In a humorous vein, for pastime and sport, I try to distich a whimsical thought; And" oft while indulging in rhythm and The matter assumes a form that is terse. Some ill-minded few as my sanction they spy, With venomous sneers go muttering by — Bitterly at its poor inmate they hurl, Language as would make the straightest hair cnrl. Nothing daunted howe’er we smile as they pass. Nor dread we the snarl of this inud-sllng-ing class; They may rant and rail till sore in the jaw. No notice we take, we care not a straw. JNO. J. BRIERS. Itawene.