Omar Khayyam

Horowhenua Chronicle, 28 February 1916, Page 2

Omar Khayyam

(By WALT MASON.) Omar, of the pen, coine, O come to us again 1 'Neath tlie tig tree and thy vino, with thy bread and jug of wine, (seat thyself again and write, in the caustic vein, or light. Thou who swatted many heads, tore so many •lakes to shreds, made the ancient humbugs hump, kept the wise guys on the jump—come, grealt Omar, trom the mists, come and swat thy parodists! Come and give the rhymesters fits—ah the jingling, grass-fed wits, who profane thy noble verse; come and place them in the hearse 1 They who iove the Khayyam strain, treasure from a master's brain, satire keen as tested steel—they who love old Omar feel that the imitative crow should receive the wages due, be rewarded for their toil with a bath in boiling oil. But the law is in the way; it' the poets we shouldi slay, we'd be pulled by the police for disturbance of the peace. Come, then, Omar, from the shade, who then hast too long delayed, and with sundry skilful twists, wipe out aJI those parodists.