OUR POETRY

Taranaki Daily News, 20 September 1940, Page 10

OUR POETRY

ME. (Sent by Valerie Shaw.) Nothing wonderful at all, Freckled face and rather tall, That's Me Legs too long, so people say, Jolly useful, anyway, To Me! History, sums and all the rest, Simply are a perfect pest, To Me! Hair that simply shouts at pink Lovely face — I do not thirik. That's Me! THE FAIRY STOKE. (Sent by Dolly Charleton.) Tim Twinkle is a pixie— He keeps a fairy store, With "Useful Things of Every Kind" Nailed up above the door. His home is just a hollow tree, His shop a big elm log; The messages are carried by His errand boy, a frog. On moonlight nights, at twelve o'clock, Tim rings a silver bell, And wee folk troop from every part To see what he will sell. Old wrinkled gnomes, with acorn pipes, A goblin or an elf, And each full moon, they say, comes by The fairy queen herself. POLICEMAN CAT. (Sent by Marie Johnson.) There were three little mice who found a big slice Of real cheddar cheese, so yellow and nice; They tasted it once, they tasted it twice, But Policeman Cat appeared on the mat, (Looking for thieves, either mouse or rat), When they twirled their tails and were gone in a trice, Those three little, grey little, brighteyed mice. WHAT MIGHT HAVE PEEN. (Sent by Margaret Gauld.) The little birds are singing Above their speckled eggs, The daddy-long-legs talks about His children's lovely legs. The red cow thinks her calf The best that there can be, But my papa and my marama Are very proud of me. And yet I might have been a bird And slept within a nest, Or been a daddy-long-legs, With scarcely any chest.; Or been a little calf or pig And grown to beef or ham; But, I'm very, very, very glad, That I am what I am. 1 1 ( * 1 1 1 1 1 ■ ■ it 1 1 « 1 1 f 1 1 1 1 • * • 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 * * ■ I * 1 1 1 ' * 1 1 1 * 1 1 1