THE BOGEY

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 6, Issue 56, 16 March 1943, Page 8

THE BOGEY

If you're ever crossing over to' the old New Zealand bank, Keep your eyes, and ears; about you, watch the rear, and watch the flank. There's a building on the roadside just across from Mussett's door And the place is full of bogeys from thd ceiling to the floor. There are bogies in the chimney; there are bogies in the roof And there's one particular bogey with a bifurcated hoof. Ajid its eerie, is his rustle' of asbestos coat of mail And the lashing, and the; swishing, and the thrashing of the tail. You can smell the smell of stone, you can hear the victims moan, And you know he's just the sort, of chap you wouldn't face alone. And you often hear him sharpening up his talons; and his fangs, And he. lias a bogey gallows for the victims; that he hangs. And if you doubt, that this is true and think it all a myth Well, just you ask McCracken, or Burnett, or Charlie Smith. Or Bill Hunter, and McGougan, and • McCready and the rest Will assure you there's a hammer and a sickle on his: chest. All the Council is united and there's neither rift nor schism They even know the bogey's name, they call him Socialisiin. (Quite Anonymous).