POETRY.
LINES SUGGESTED BY A LATE INCIDENT IN THE CITY COUNCIL.
It fell upon a wintry day The City Council met, Some Councillors had said their scy, And some had not, “you bet.” Kaitangata they did discuss —■ The handling of tho cash : “What shall we do with the surplus ? We must not bo too rash.”
Sir Gapiua he got up, and in his pleasant way Began to make his littlo speech, And thus to them did say—- “ Gentlemen, I’m not'going to preach—” When up rose great Wilsonius, And said in tones of thunder : “ You need not speak, Sir Gapiua, How dare you try, I wonder. Your xr ; nd and stature are so small ’Twero best you should not speak at all.”
Gentle Sir Gapiua then arose, A frown was on his brow, He left tho room —without reply, He scorned to make a row.
Now, Great Wilsonius, take advice. Don’t sneer at little men : Some deeds of yours not over nice To our minds may come again. Sir Oracle you think you are, You’ve eye too much to say; Think of the good old proverb—- “ Each dog must have his hay," Nemo.
Permanent link to this item
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/GLOBE18790604.2.17
Bibliographic details
Globe, Volume XXI, Issue 1650, 4 June 1879, Page 3
Word Count
192POETRY. Globe, Volume XXI, Issue 1650, 4 June 1879, Page 3
Using This Item
No known copyright (New Zealand)
To the best of the National Library of New Zealand’s knowledge, under New Zealand law, there is no copyright in this item in New Zealand.
You can copy this item, share it, and post it on a blog or website. It can be modified, remixed and built upon. It can be used commercially. If reproducing this item, it is helpful to include the source.
For further information please refer to the Copyright guide.
Log in