ORIGINAL POETRY.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume XI, Issue 3702, 5 January 1891, Page 2

ORIGINAL POETRY.

TO A PAHtATUA MOSQUITO

(By Bobbie Bums, Junr.) I'm no a minute down in bed, When you come flyin' oor my head, Ye little keu hoo much I draid Yer vera hum; I wish to God yer braed was deid, Or up the lum.

Tho' stawin', cookin' wi' the beat, I I've thrown a* aff me but the sheet ; Nae doot ye ken I'm just dead beat Ye blasted bug; I wish I had a red hot peat, I'd waiuiyour lug. The vera beastiea in the field 'Gainst your attack has little shield ; Tho' o'er their backs their tails they wield

Wi' michtan'main; You dodge aboot till weelyer tilled. And back again. The deil may roast ye kith and kin; It mattters little wbaur we rin; Ye stick to me through thick and thin Like ony roset, An' fin' us oot tho' we are in The vera closet. Gin I'd been in Noah's Ar When yer first parents did i a rk, Ye wadna hum there like a clerk I'll tak my aith ; For I'd hae set mysel' the wark . . An' killed ye baith. Whatguid ye for I cauna telf. Nature nae doot kens, best hersel; But it's a pity man e'er fell A prey to you; It makes him think if there's a hell

lie's in it noo, Ye turn a' sleepin' taoa farce I scratch, it only mak's me yrarc&JL There's one just bit me, »n' my nflL«: • Laird save us ! ▼ ' Oh wae tae a' wi* sic a ourse* Tae brave ua. Ye blatherin' buaitnm' wicked sprits Ye'ie singing a' the live long night, Except when anceyo stop to biU And cram ye; I'll hae tae rise an' get a light, De'il damn ye ! I see I'll hae tae gie ye best. An' a' the nicht to get nae rest j I sadly leave my cosy nest, Oh Lord, bere goes— I'm bitten on my legs and breatt An' on my nose —Pahiatua Sta