The Husband’s Petition

Cue (NZERS), Issue 33, 15 October 1945, Page 21

The Husband’s Petition

Come hither, my heart?s darling, come sit upon my knee. And listen while I whisper a boon I ask of thee. I feel a bitter craving—a dark and deep desire, That glows beneath my bosom, like coals of kindled fire . Oh, then, do not deny me my first and fond request; I pray thee, by the memory of all we cherish best. By that great, vow which bound thee for ever to my side. And by the ring that made thee my darling and my bride! Thou wilt not fail nor falter, but bend thee to the task— Put buttons on my shirt, love—that's all the boon I ask!

—Bon Gaultier Ballads.

My love she has a summer hat; 'Tis like a little boat, A fairy shallop, broad and flat, That on her head doth float. Upon the billows of her hair It resteth; ’tis so wide, That I must tell you of the fare It carrieth inside. For first sits in the corner, 'Mid many a grassy tuft, A swallow, like Jack Horner (He’s dead, of course, and stuffed). Three fuchsias and an ivy bush (A cargo, you’ll allow), And something else, I think a thrush That carols in the bow.