RHYME EXHAUSTED.
"IE following was written for a young ifasa letter, in reply to one received from a
In doubtful prose You joke of those Whom you suppose To be my beaux. Your wit, which glows And ebbs and flows Through lines and rows, More biting grows, Like frosts and snows, Which nip the toes, And well nigh froze Your friends to foes. I think your brose Has burnt your nose, And in your throes Of pain and woes Direct your blows 'Gainst my repose ; But he that sows Is he that mows ; And all this shows Your pique arose Because he chose Once to disclose His love. Poor Rose ! But well he knows That she who crows And love bestows — (Or rather throws) He nothing owes. To mend my hose And furbelows, Then have a doze ; So I shall close.
Petto.
Leith street, Dunedin, Dec. 1870.
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Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 150, 22 December 1870, Page 7
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147RHYME EXHAUSTED. Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 150, 22 December 1870, Page 7
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