Poetical Agonies.

Patea Mail, Volume VI, Issue 543, 8 July 1880, Page 3

Poetical Agonies.

Wo have received the following poetical fragment ; Oh had I a dear little cot by the sea, In the land of the olive and lig, I’d sing of the What-you-may-call-it to thee, And play on the Thingummy-jig. And if in the What’s-its-name battle I fallj A What-you-call’s all that I crave: Oh bury me deep in thcWhat-you-may- call, And plantThing-um-bobs over my grave. The writer requests us to fill in appropriately the names of things he cannot call to mind, in the hot haste of dashing down his inspiration, but which he supposes we have got at our fingers’-encls, or keep in stock ready to hand. We have to point out to inspired pools that they do this thing at their peril. We do not keep a wet nurse for sucking poets. But, by way of caution, we will fill up the blanks in this instance, and other poets who are liable to similar attacks may take warning by this example. This is what the Patca Poet intended to say : Oh had I a dear little cot by the sea, In the land of the olive and fig, I’d sing of the ten little niggers to thee, And play on the Captain Cook pig. And if in the Parihaka battle I fall, A tear from time’s all that I crave : Oh bury me deep in a hole in the wall, And plant cabbages over my grave.