ORIGINAL VERSE.

Taranaki Daily News, 12 March 1917, Page 6

ORIGINAL VERSE.

SATIRE, ADDRESSED TO WHOM JT MAY CONCERN'. Tho' Botha will not, Borden's loth to spare A single moment from the ruling care. Yet do you idle on the long months thro' And mouth and posture to a grub street crew. Still you affect with second rate to swell, And ruffle it like jackdaws m Pall Mall.; Fare gratis at the Cecil or Savoy, And govern us, or with a napkin toy. Of such a rig and so prolonged a stay, Do we or doth your host the cost d*e fray? Soon, sirs, in Downing street at number ten, They'll hoiii you duns, orjwaiting gentlemen. Nor heed you how our easy millions roll, Unchecked by dread of Parliament's control, * • In woeful waste that we must surety rue Like Austrian serfs, lean years to come, while you Forgot tic midden, sip Magnificence, One idle horn in buzzing consequence; But Nemesis at last shall bring you, Or fickle favor of the swarm must fling you. Into the storeroom'dust or stable dung, Back vo obscurity from whence you sprung, Where cold oblivion folds the noisome fame Of creatures War endure 3, peace holds a And yet methinks 'twere fitter you should bo Pilloried so all. citizens might see, Stresful in shop or trench when all were workers, Who stood exposed, an Empire's shirkers. B. G, BAKEWELL. ■\vaitui, Inglewood 5/3/17.