“POMES.”

Waipukurau Press, Issue 3, 2 January 1906, Page 3

“POMES.”

—o — ENVY. The butcher thinks the baker has an easy time through life ; The baker thinks the doctor’s path is ever free from strife ; The doctor sees a deal of pain ; he dreads the orphan’s sob, And he is sure that he’d prefer to have the merchant’s job. The merchant has a dreadful time to make accounts agree, Aud if his own choice he could have, he would a lawyer be. The lawyer sees much crime and woe; he sees how bad men rob, And he would much prefer to have the lucky banker’s job. But now, alas, the banker finds his life a struggle grim, For every one is on the watch to try and swindle him ; He’d rather be a judge and pace the court behind his cob. He thinks a judge must surely have a nice and pleasant job. The judge, we find, is very tired of wwl-sack aud of gown ; He’d like to have a farm away from all the humdrum town. And to us all this truth comes home as through this life we bob — It’s the other fellow r , every time, that has the easy job. LOVEST. What have I did, dear Love, to thee, That thou dost doth so cruel to me? Ain’t I not good enough to be Thy thine at last ? By them lone stars upon the blue I think of thou, since thee are true, For I hast many thoughts of you, I hast, I hast I Oh, never, never did I done The sins you say, not never none ’ My spirits are completely skun, My heart is bust! Forsooth, fors oothj I am. forsook, And my ambition has been took. Just see how sadly I dost look— I dost, I dost! How did 1 come to be in love ? All that I hast I freely guv Till every hope has been remuv And set apart. I wouldn’t be so mean as paint My lifelong passion as it ain’t — But, honost, I art wan and faint — I art, I art!