A PROSE POEM.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 4 February 1915, Page 3

A PROSE POEM.

« (By Walt Maso-n). ; Oh. fcomeboily poisoned the amp*r«r's dog—yea, gave it of arsenic more than a pound; at dawn it was lying out iu the fog, Its legs in tlie air and its tail on the ground. The emperor muttered, "This insult, by jing, most certainly calls for an ooean of blood; and now I will climb on the •frame of the king who handed my : bow-wow a poisonous spud." Tho emperor summoned his three million men, and told them to scrap, while the wrapping wns fine; the king, much offended emerged from his don, and called for his soldiers and got them in lino Ah. then there was war. and flu-! sickening thud, and there was a M>ul-searehing chorus of groans; and travellers waded through rivers of lood. or twisted their ankles on Itilbono. 'l"hc homes of 'lie ■peitpv *> ado excellent fires, and- women ivt'te widowed without their ;oiiM»nt , and children wero waiting in rain for the sires whose blood for bow-wow was foolishly spent. And when it was over the legions were slain, n horse-doctor at the emperor's Spitz. "Tlie beast wasn't poisoned."' he muttered, "that is plain—the ;'ng was a victim of fits."