Poetry.

Lyttelton Times, Volume VII, Issue 467, 25 April 1857, Page 4

Poetry.

CRINOLINA.

Lesbia's skirt doth streaming fly,

But none observes how full it streameth j Right and left the-men gp by,

But of remarking no one dreameth, Bolder 'tis to dare put on

My Lina's skirts of extra sizes ; Light she seems, but every one

By unexampled bulk surprises. Oh, my Crinolina dear, My pavement-filling Crinolina,

Beauty lies In mod'rate size, But Ton in your's, my Crinolina !

Lesbia's dress keeps out the cold, Good-taste,good-sense, all feel, have graced it; But Ton approval must withhold, There's not a breadth of stuff in't wasted! Oh, my, Lina's skirt fur me, v That swells ballooiirlike on the breezes, Letting everybody see How far stuff can go, if it pleases ! Yes, my Crinolina, dear, My. rustling, bell-shaped Crinolina, Taste in dress Can't well be less Than you display, my Crinolina!

Lesbia hath a waist refined, But with such mod'rate drapery round it,' Who.can tell her heart's confined, From breaking bounds, -when Love hath found it? Pillowed safe, my Lima's heart Within her miles of nkirt reposes. Beyond the flight of Cqpid's dart, — Poor Love quite lost amqug the rowa is. Qh, my Crinolina dear, Expansive and expensive Lin A, Waist less tight, Skirts less a wight, Indulge in, do, my Crinolina!

Punch,