POETRY CORNER

Rotorua Morning Post, Volume 3, Issue 689, 15 November 1933, Page 2

POETRY CORNER

Mrs. Simpson' s Child. This is Mrs. Sdmpson's child, In his manner very mild' Unless someone should annoy This sweet tempered little boy. And he often helps, I know, Daddy make his flowers to grow. But I think I like him. best When he is safe in bed at1 rest. (Or.'ginal.) I'd Like to be a Sailor. I'd like to be a sailor-H Then I could always be Atossing on th'.eocean, A-sailing every sea. Then I could go afishing and Hook a shark for fun, And dance the sailor's hornpipe, (When iall my work is done. ,, (Original.) — iSent in by Lilac. An Old Woman of the Roads. Oh, to have a. little house: . . * To own the hearth and stodl and all; The heapedrup sods.-upon- the. fire,i The pile of .furf against the wall. To have a cloek with weights and chains, And pendulum swinging up and down, A dresser filled with shinging delft, Speckled with white and blue and brown. 'Och! But I'm weary of mist and dark, Of roads where there's never a house or ibush, And tired I am of the hog and road And the crying wind and the lonesome hush. And I am praying to God on high, And I am praying him night and day, For a little house — (a house of my own, Out of the wind's and the rain's way. • (Copied.) — 'Sent in by Sweet Willliam ■. The Wlhite Waves. "See the white waves hurrying, And skurrying or flurrying: iNone worrying! Though all your castles burying Ribbon weeds along the sand. Make a jolly four-in-hand. Yes, come and stay with me." So Aunt Nelly writes to us, Wlho lives beside the sea. The Mouse. - I'm not afraid of mice, you know, But my poor baby is, and so I think it best to say Up on this chair quite safe and high, Until some person passing by , Will hear my dollie's frightened cry And scare that mouse away! — ^Sent in hy Red Rose. The Light. There's something odd about this light, I wonder what it is? It looks to me as if it might Go right up with a fizz! (Original.) — Sent in hy Biddy. Yery Unf air. They say I must not tell a lie, Or fib, however small, While all the time they're saying things That are not true at all. They say that when their ships come home They'll buy me trains and. whips; While all the time they know they won't: They haven't ,any ships. They say the way to catch a foird, That's never known to fail, Is just to take a pinch of salt And put it on its tail. I really knew that was not true, But thought I'd try one day, But just as I got near the bird, Of course, it flew away. And lots of things that are not true Are very often said, But if I make a slight mistake I'm smacked and sent to bed. And I don't think it's fair at all To give me all the blame; If I must always speak the truth, fWhy don't. they do the same? (Copied.) — (Sent in by Kowhai. Trouble. When Mary to the kitchen went, After school one night, She found that all the kitchen things Were in a dreiadful plight. She found th'e bread just rising, The onions in a stew, The cahbage in a pickle, The jelly quivering too. The kitchen window had a pane, . The gas had . just flared out, The vinegar looked very.sour — No one knew what about. The kitchen clock was so ashamed To see its friends' disgrace, It stopped quite still and sadly held Both' hands before its face. (Copied.) — 'Sent in by Syringa.