THE PERPLEXING BRITON

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 6, Issue 94, 30 July 1943, Page 3

THE PERPLEXING BRITON

The Englishman's a funny foe— He fumbles.; At starting' lie is very slow, And stumbles. The Englishman's the slowest pokeHe's dopey; He seems a ' rather sleepy bloke— He's niopey. He doesn't pack much earb r lickHe's mulish; He seems to be a little thick And foolish. His timing isn't vci - 3 r good— Appalling! I've never even understood Such .stalling. He seems to like to miss the ball By inches; He likes to be against the wall In pinches. He always rates the early razz— He's awful; He doesn't, mind it when he has His "craw" full. He staggers all around the ling— The blighter; You'd never think him, from lais swing. A lighter. He takes it often on the chin, This stout boy; But when lie seems to be. all in . . . Look out, boy! He lets his arms fall to his sideYes, maybe; But when they thinlk that he lias died,, Oh. baby! Me staggers, reels and jolly well Gets thinner — But at the end he gets, the yell— "THE WINNER!"