ORIGINAL POETRY.

Patea Mail, Volume IV, Issue 326, 1 June 1878, Page 2

ORIGINAL POETRY.

Taking a bint from an eminent poet, (No need to say to whom 1 owe it) I invoke the muse of the “twinkling feet” To lend me her aid, benign and sweet, While I sing the pleasures of those who prance, In the “ merry round of the witching dance.” Shortly, I hear, there’s to be two balls, In the Kakaramea and Carlyle Halls, When, all who delight to hop and hug, And breathe low words in a lovely lug— That pleasing employment may come The evening through ad libitum : And though some, in serious circles nurs’d, Might, perhaps, have objections to the first, I know from the records of ages past, That few indeed would object to the last. 'Tis a truth, well stamp’d on history’s page, That mortals of either gender, From simpering fool to solemn sage, Are fond of whate’er is tender. Who ever fails to understand The gentle pressure of the hand ? Who, that is vers’d'in the lover’s book, Cannot interpret the tender look? Tender words, breath’d low in the ear— Oh ! who does not delight to hear ? Only some cynics, old and crusty, Whoso sentiment has all grown rusty ; Unsympathetic, cantankerous mops, Miserable, drivelling misanthrops. Some think that the summit of earthly bliss, Is surely attain’d in a tender kiss— Is it 'not so, romantic miss ? Otheis, of less ethereal tastes, And usually more expansive waistes. Deem it no despicable treat To have something toothsome and tender to eat; But—were there such a divinity Known to any mythology— The pedal god I would entreat To save us all from tender feet ; Which brings me from this vile digression To apply a very usefuMesson. Clumsy dancers ! think of the throes When you tread on the poor little tender toes Of those tender dears you delight to grasp In loving, sweet, and tender clasp, As ye float in ecstatic, blissful trance, Through the winding maze of the sensuous dance. But, speaking of the grand projected affair, Of course the elite will all be there, The upper current of the. social stream, According to Monsieur , the cremede la . creme. Of course I know some who will go, Youths'of promise rare, Whose soaring ambition doubtless vaults To trip it on light fantastic toe In the dizzy ‘‘voluptuous waltz.” Or, perchance, as light as the bounding , shallop That skims the waves apace, Perforin, what they designate a gallop, With peculiar skill and grace ; Though of course ’twont dawn on thenminds inane, As they waddle along with labour and pain, That, howe’er a gallop perform’d as it ought, They make of it merely a dismal trot. And now, to conclude with parody On part of a legend Ingoldsby, Here’s hip hurrah ! with a one, two, three, For the thoughtless dancing fraternity, “ They are jolly good fellows as ever need be.” And so is the Basso who sings double D, And the Tenor who warbles so exquisitely, And the poet that sang the immortal three

Who were dumb through excess of modesty , : 1/ . When they scal’d the mount sodextrously; If they’ll only send a ticket to me, ; And kindly agree to eschew P.B. ! And faithfully stick to good boliea, Thus affording a guarantee Against their getting on the .spree, Why then, of course, I’ll come and see, Meanwhile I am respectfully ; ■ T.L.P.,;