Original Poetry.

Marlborough Express, Volume III, Issue 96, 11 January 1868, Page 6

Original Poetry.

A LOTTERY “SWINDLE.” Mr. Editor, —Will you find room for the following rhymes, for the benefit of our mutual friend, who last week favoured us with an effusion from his muse under the proud name “Sutherland,” and if you will add to the obligation by forwarding a copy of your paper to * ‘ His Excellency ” for his amusement, you can charge the same to my accoifnt. —K. I. D. You treated me too hard my boy, No doubt you’re rather cross ; But you must mind your gingerbread, And never mind my horse. You talk of raffling spurious gold, For which your’e much to blame ; But mine all know was honest, sir. I wish your’s was the same. But had you acted with fair play. No one would ever frown ; You might have done the thing quite clean, But now it’s dirty Brown. A tradesmen who talks of doing well, And speaks of his raffles which excell, In roguery he meant—or much the same : Heaven protect me from getting such blame. Then what was my affair to you, You silly, stupid clown ; You know you did the children ! And now you have done poor Brown ! I told him he must leave the land, — Now mark you what I say ? We want no roguery in this town. You better visit (the) Grey. The other day the great prize cake, You valued at Ten pounds ; At Dodson’s auction was put up. And knocked down at a Crotvn ! Your poetry too, was like your cakes, In substance very hollow ; From what you said, we expected more. You being “ such a scholar !” But now I think I’ve said enough, Of verses I’ve made nine ; When the next cake swindle’s on the board, I’ll try another rhyme. “ Keep it Dark.”. Rainbow Hotel, Jan. 10th, 5 SOS.