A FIGHT FOR MAID.

King Country Chronicle, Volume VI, Issue 456, 13 April 1912, Page 7

A FIGHT FOR MAID.

f A Cannibal Maid, and her Hottentot Blade, They met in a rocky defile ; gay eagle plume was his only costume, The lady was wrapt in a—smile. Together they strolled, and his passion he told, In pleading and tremulous tone. While softly they trod on the bios som-strewn sod, And spooned in the twilight alone. Then sweetly she sighed, as she shyly replied, With tender and fairy-like mien ; She murmured the word, when a war* whoop was heard, A rival had burst on the scene. A savage Zulu to the trysting place drew, Demanding his cannibal bride ; But the Hottentot said, wish a toss of his head, "I'll have thy degenerate hide." The Hottentot flew at the savagt Zulu, The Zulu he went for the Blade, 4.nd fiercely they vied in their strength and their pride, And fought for the Cannibal Maid. She sat on a stone with a shapelj shin-bone Clasped tight in her tapering arms And watched the hair fly with £ love-laden eye, While the warriors fought for hei charms.

When fiercer, they fought and the ringing blows caught, With parry and thrust fine to see She said, with a smile, "In a verj short while I shall have those two fellows foi tea," The purple blood flows from the Hottentot's nose, The Zulu is struck by the Blade ; Then each of them sighed, and gasping—they died, Looking still on the Cannibal Maid.

She made a nice stew of the savag« Zulu, And scrambled the- Hottentot's brains ; 'Twas a dainty 'menu, when th< cooking was through, And she dined on her lovers' remains.

The savage Zulu and the Hottentot too, Both sleep in a cannibal tomb ; The three were made one, and th* story is done— The maiden strolled off in thi gloom.

-"Tit-Bits."