MORE COMPETITION RHYMES.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XL, Issue 22, 27 May 1908, Page 43

MORE COMPETITION RHYMES.

i THE LABOUR PARTY. The working man holds the (o)pinion, That eight hours' work is a day; And in our enlightened Dominion, 11 is opinion and vote have sonic sway. Thus the sweat of his brow’s not all sorrow, Tho’ his cheek may be wet with a* tear; For perchance, on some future to-niorrow, lie’ll be resting at peace on his bier. —JAMES HARRIS. “OUR COUSINS’ FLEET.” Let each aSd all, both great and small, give his or her (o)pinion, Our cousins' fleet, how best to meet, ami hail the day, - • When that array arrives at the Queen City of our Dominion. Loose pride’s reserve, blood’s tie observe, let mirth hold swav. The day is ours, let’s reap its flowers, begone who talk of sorrow: Help those around who mourn to wipe away each tear; Thus fond remembrance of good will be ours and theirs to-morrow. -Ami quarrels of each nation laid upon the , bier. \ - S. M. MATHESON. A SOCIALISTIC DREAM. Attend! the dreamer hazards an (o)pinion. That now there dawns a new and brighter day » 4 . When brotherhood shall, in this fair Dominion, * v Succeed ’ the greed of gold which still holds sway. A day of. peace to chase war’s night of - sorrow; •••» A day when Hows no more the sweated . \ tear;:.; . - ■ ■? i •» • > When cease forebodings of a dread tomorrow, For intellects too often drowned in beer, beer. —EVA P. CATO. TESS IM US. To speak with candour, ’tls my (o)pinion That we’re swiftly nearing an evil dny; The trend of things in this fair Dominion, Where doctrines socialistic hold tfic sway. Will steep our future in bitter sorrow, And cause Philant Ip-opy to shed a tear. O’er the blighted’ prospects ot a sad to? morrow. Where Freedom lies expiring on her bier. NEVILLE J. BROWNE. THE REIGN OF WOMAN. You ask me a question — Well here's my (6) pin I on (I’ve held it for many a day) — It docs seem to me. that hi lbw, our Dominion, • • The women will always hold sway. If men’ fry to rule them, they’ll soon lea rtf with* sorrow To take a low place with a teak Just boss them to-day they’ll’get oven to-morrow: Their will for dead Freedom’s our Met.

A TRIBUTE TO THE DEAD. Proudly we publish our candid (oipinlon. Cherished most fondly from day unto day, Happy the people of every dominion. Protected and peaceful 'ncath British flag’s sway. Let’s hold up her standards, though sometimes in sorrow We think of past heroes, rt>r them shod These fell but to bring us a brighter tomorrow. Then honour the slab o’er each soldierlad’s bier. — OSWALD BREE (13 years). FAITH IN THE LIVING. You ask me my (o)piuion If ever comes the day To fight for the Dominion, Shall we then hold the sway. You need not harbour sorrow. Or try to shed a tear, We’d shoulder arms to-morrow, And that without the Beer. —G. CREAMER A WORD OF CHEER. As soars the albatross, with mighty pinion O’er crested ocean billow day by day. So should we habitants of this Dominion, To lofty aspirations give full sway. Lost opportunities are fraught with sotrow. And self reproach occasions many a tear. But brave and noble hearts will greet tomorrow, Consigning past misfortunes to their bier. — 11. E. WALESBY. THE WHEEL OF LIFE. Let us our lives compare to a wheel upon . a. piniqn, Slowly moving forward day Ity day: One hour perhaps, love holds its proud dominion; A little forward turn, then hate holds ■sway. The wheel of life revolves through joy ahd sorrow; A smile is but the prelude to a tear; Vainly we plan our actions for tq-morrow 'File .‘‘morrow” finds .us cold upon the bier. FRANCIS S. SEWELL. < THE HALF-HOLIDAY. I am of the (o)pinion That Saturday is tho day Throughout the whoH» Dominion The half day should hold sway. So away with care and sorrow. And wipe away the tear, Play cricket all to-morrow. And don’t drink too much beer. STANLEY WHITE.! HOLIDAY FOR PIGS. I am of the (o)phiion. Pigs should have a holiday. For everyone in the Dominion, Thinks his brother should sway. Pigs neither think of Sorrow, Neither shed a tear, For if they thought of to-morrow’ They’d always be on the beer. FLORRIE MORRIS. AND FOR DOGS. On this truth your minds please lilhlonj “Every dog must have his day;”,i Even Ur the New Dominion. Shall the bow wow hold h‘s sway. Faithful friend to you In sorrow, lie will save you many a tear; Ami should his master die to-morrow. He’s sure of one beside Ids bier. ‘ , — 11. R. M. THOYTS.. THE LOCAL OTTIQN POLL. Old Timo goes on, wit h- slowly moving pln- !• >ll, 'And soon brings found again the polling dftji Will abstinence enforced in this Dornin ion, Qr Ibeusty of yore, Mill hold the r ' , MWiiy? ! . ' ’ * ,qr Tlie ‘ tlw\ ca’ißO or iww h of world’s sorroiv, 4 •, The good folks tolls uR. often \vlth a tear; But* Prohibition will .not be tomorrow. So, till It comes, we’ll still enjoy our » • • ~ '.I >. MQt:rATti