THE POET’S CORNER

Rangitikei Advocate and Manawatu Argus, Volume XXXIII, Issue 9085, 2 March 1908, Page 6

THE POET’S CORNER

AN AUCKLAND LEGEND. The newchum voyaged to Auckland town With brand-new bags and a spyglass, And he gazed at the waterside roofs of brown, And blinked his eyes through an eye-glass. “A splendid place,” he muttered, * £ bai Jove!” But he didn’t know he was branded By the Man in the Street as an “English cove” The very moment he landed ! The newchum drove to a smart hotel, Enveloped in choice cigar-clouds, But he never heard the proprietor’s “ -!” As he vacantly gazed at the far clouds; And he never noticed the Silent Three That happened along at the right time, And followed the man from over the sea When he went for a stroll in the night time. The newchum flaunted a chain of gold As die walked to the bay down a ; wide street. And that is the reason, so I’ve been told, That they leaped on him from a side street. But the sorrowful tales will out s they say, For they’re all of them nursing raw bones Where Oholly started his own by-play Upon the enemy’s jawbones. The newchum returned to his peaceful bed But the constables never believed them When they lifted the push in the : dawning’s red. And the hospital doors received them. And the boarders smirked at a chance remark As the Juggins blinked through the spyglass. And they say he returned from a , walk to the park Because he’d forgotten his eyeglass. —Te Aroha. In Bulletin.