POETRY CORNER

Rotorua Morning Post, Volume 3, Issue 674, 28 October 1933, Page 8

POETRY CORNER

"My Dolly." I am a little girl, my name is Joan, I have a doll's pram of my own; iSometimes I take my dolly for a walk, To see some friends and have a talk. M'amma cuts out some doll's cloibhes, And I sew, and trim them with lace bows; Then I dress dolly and brush her hair, And she looks so briight and fair. (Original.) - — Mermaid, 8yrs, Old Taupo Road. Untutored. Dishes to wash and clothes to mend, j Never to housewife's toil an end, | Puddinigs to mix and pies to bak-e, Bread to set and the cakes to make; Dinner to serve with roast just so, How it's all done I really don't know. This, they never said I'd do, Made me other arts pursue,

Made m-e learn to sing a song, I Correet a balance when it's wrong. I Now I want to marry John, ! And I cannot balce a scone. (Copied.) — Sen't in by Peanut. The Seed Shop. Here in a quret and dusty room they lie Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand, Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry — • Meadows and gardens running through my hand. In his brown lvusk a dale of hawthorn j dreams, ' A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust That will drink deeply of a century's streanjs. The lilies shall make summer on my dust. Here in their safe and simple house of death, j Sealed in their shells a million roses ' leap; Here I can blow a garden with my I

breath, And in my hand a f orest lies asleep. (Copied.) — iSent in by Carnation, Railway Av. The First Jigsaw. ! Wh'en poor Humpty Dumpty fell down off the wall And sma.shed himself up iby his terrible fall, And all the men of the king st;od round in a rin'g, i To help'.himi, they said they could not ■ do a thing. , Up came the old woman who lived in I a shoe, Said she, "Dear me, why all this hullabaloo ? I've mended split heads and sore knees hy the score, My family keeps me quite busy, I'm sure." So she cleverly stuck him together with' glue. And thus started jigsaws which now we all do. (Copied.) — /Sent in hy Princess Pat.