THE CUNNING PROSPECT

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 106, 26 July 1927, Page 11

THE CUNNING PROSPECT

He stopped in the street And he said to himself In a voice indiscreet: “Well, I’ve gathered some pelf “But which will I buy? “For I will buy a car.” And he added a sigh: “Oh, how many there are’ He spoke in a crowd: A crowd that was thick— In a voice that was loud; Ears rose with a click; For everyone there Had a brother or friend Or uncle or pere AY ho sold cars. A Godsend’. To his office he strolled At an equable pace, And behind him there rolled (All eager to trace This prospect) the mob AVho marked him as prey— And, hot on the job. With his name rushed away. So, soon there were miles Of cars at his door, And salesmen, with smiles, Encumbered the floor. Admitting he might,

If pleased buy a bus, This schemer was quite Unperturbed by the fuss. And then there began An unending joy-ride, All according to plan: For he couldn’t decide. He’d go for a spin Each night and week-end; But no one could win. For he wouldn’t unbend. If tried on the flat He’d sigh for a hill—• The Mountains at that— With consummate skill He’d lead them afield; They’d take him to dine; But he’d never wield A pen on the line. The years went and came And found him unsold: He kept up the game, And. when he was old, Still skilfully played— Attended by nurse, He only once paid: That was—for his hearse. —L. Ed. Swinger.