Rhymes for the Times.

Feilding Star, Volume XVI, Issue 148, 19 December 1894, Page 2

Rhymes for the Times.

(By Policeman X.) In a tenement wood where the deeds done were good Was held a great Council called Borough ; Said the members of which as were not very rich Let's change our name — call it borrow 1 But the people all said: 'Why, when you are dead, The millions unborn, they will rue it !' Says irate Mayor Sandy, (wo admit he's a dandy), •What matter to them if wo blue it!' 4 Wo must certainly borrow, never mind the to-morrow.' Said the eldest of all kuown as Chamberlain — 1 The ditch in to till in front of my millAppearance I go for, not a name to gain.' Then up rose one gaily, said ' I'm well known as .Bailey. What 1 Cease borrowing, 'twill not do to to stop it. Our timber we must sell, or we'll all go pell rnell — Have the loan, and enrich the burgesses' pockets.' Then Harry, the bold, well-known as Worsfold, Cried • What's all this wrangling about ? You're troubled with giddiness, knock off 1 the business. It's time tho Mayor did a big shout.' 4 We'll adjourn to tho pub ;' ' No,' says Sandy, ' the ClubWhere the matter will get consideration ; But you'll have to be civil, for George is the divil, If you don't there'll be great tribulation !' Then spoke out one Gould, said • I'm not to be tooled And close up all taverns I c'en would.' Said good ex-Mayor Carthew, ' I'd not like to hurt you But I'd compel j-ou to visit friend Greenwood !' Councillor Say well rose, and said • I know what will pay well, Out of loan give a grant for the shooting ; But bar Jimmy Scott, he's too good a shot. I'm the next best at scoring and fluting (' ' There's Kirton and Bray ; they've both had tbeir say — Would run target and shooting by Milson ; But there's a fellow I know, who bosses that show, He's chief at tho station, called Wilson !' Then said Councillor A., * With the big freights we pay, Tho railways their lino ought to fence : Altho' Porter Towlcr, by uo means a growler, Asserts it is past common sense.' 'If our mare wo have lost her, our thoughts turn on Foster, For on the line there is certainly danger ; But I train my moke to beware of the bloke That goes by the name of the Ranger.' Exclaimed prudent Fowles, a man wise as the owls, IWe should have a strong safe with a lock; I say havo tho loan, and of Oamaru stone I'll build you a ten foot town clock!' ' Why there's Engineer Hill, every position does fill— Town Clerk, Surveyor, all but Crier — He's equally good at stone, iron, or wood, His salary in justice should be higher !' Cried Edmund the Goodbehere, ' I know what it is to be there You all know well how I filled that chair ; But the public all think, if a Mayor does but wiak, He's getting a bit more than his share.' ' The billet's not rosy, altho' the chair'g cosy, As was found by worthy ex-Mayor Will, For when Warwick street stream washed the bridge away clean Said leave it till summer, we'll then have a full till.' 1 But sorry their fate, Warwick street was too late. Ere the lawyer they got in as Mayor — For he's since done a get, and had he not flit Tho bridge— it would now havo boeu there.' ' But the till's just the sanio, and who is to blaruo ? Tho Council, when tired, cry smoke oh 1 And one brilliant wit, scooped in a good bit Advertised in the stream Rowntreo's Cocoa.' 1 Councillors,' said the Mayor, ' we must really take caro, Or the credit of tho Borough we'll shake ! Then the people will howl, headed by Petes Thomson, And leave of our seats make us take.' 'We inwardly moan, Oh a loan ! Oh ft loan! For Feilding— town blessed with a General— But if numbers oppose it, Ave'll certainly lose it— Dynamite them, and have a big funeral !' ' All be present next night, prepared for a fight, It's timo that we had a good blow up. If you'vo got good backbone shout Aye for the loan, Failiug that, wo must bust the whole show up !'