ORIGINAL POETRY.

Temuka Leader, Issue 199, 15 November 1879, Page 2

ORIGINAL POETRY.

LINES ON THE TIMARUFLOOD AND THE PUTTING OUT OF THE GAS. (By the Tjsmuka Bard.) The thunders crashed, and the lightnings flasli'd Dismay seized sewer and grater, While or ward daihed the waters, and splashed Like Vesuvius with its crater. Conscience, at last, stood stricken Their past life they viewed with loathing Judgment, not past, o'ertook them at last, Just as they were sleeping or dosing. Darker clouds again came and gathered around them, AH hope of escaping is gone j To the cares that surround them, they say, " Confound them ! They may go with the five million loan. The Ward ard the Beetham mob,may beck and may nod, With all their hooks around them ; Poor Billy, like a god, may carry the rod, . To Hades, where no voter can hound him. Little Hall with the breakwater, is in great thrall, And in terror of Allan, and Stumbles ; Says the cause of it all, is that wretched sea-wall With so many curses and grumbhs. Hart and Jonas are ready, to offer a bonus To any, their lives who will save ; Says Captain Adonis,on you rests tho onus 'Twas thro' that big dinner you gave. Wily Teddy looks on, says, "Ye duffers begone, It all comes from another direction. You forget yon big don, the waterworks loan, That auld Sutter worked out to perfection. Order, cries Archer, you have not yet a charter For a loan by your legislation. You are only but fools, to be made such tools By such humbug and blatheration. Says a lord of the sod—Had you listened to Coode, And had but a better relation You could at a nod,brought the cash from abroad, That would made it a naval station. The honorable Hall, who opened the ball, Cries, Come, now, none of your ranting Its an ugly job, only fit for a snob, Or the Geraldine district bantling. Dicky Tumbull will, if he'll only keep still, And not to create such sensation In time with good luck,and his wonderful pluck Get up to be he-ad of tho nation. Miller Bruce was a goose, for making a truce With a man from a shepherd's station ; H\d he sai'l got y« gon \ and then walked alone,he'd astonished the lord of creation. Both doctors and la.vyers, with ushers and criers, Were down o -1 their knees at devotion ; Well tiiey might at the sight, as they had not done right ; And of hot rewards had a notion While preparing an ark, they wero left in the dark ; And the waters were not yet abating, To put out the spark, was not quite a lark When the father of sinners was waiting.