Original Poetry. ("He lives not for an age but for all time.")

Waikato Times, Volume X, Issue 575, 27 January 1876, Page 3

Original Poetry. (" He lives not for an age but for all time.")

Dedicate! w'tb profound reipect to Captain G. B Bskub j thb Poet LAUREAfK of tUe W*ikato. I'm a bard, I'm a bard, m you're doubtless aware, From the cut of my collar, the length of my laair, From my violet eyea in fino frenzy that roll, So deep/so pathetic, so beaming with soul; A^y n«peef, a momf'it rogaid And 1 think jou'll admit I'm a bard, Im a bard. I'm a band, «l'in * bard— if more proof you exact, Tha Waikatc wilt establish the fact. I liare odos to tbe «taw», and the moon, and the sun, A tragedy finished, an epic begun j My iongil could m^te by the pound or the yard, Aud thuy oettte the poiot-rl'm » b«,rd, I'm a bard, v Ooe who thinks " no small BKEK of hinuclf. jNgataßAMihm, January 26th.

.DBA* Sib.— This my &r,tr-mj retteg?— l d - diiate to you *nd vcng-.mce. At an inspiration caused by rea'lmg the two too charm n> of j-onr rontributor Be-r d.» allow me to «co myse f m thi buster, U but for ouca, *ud I'll u*ver do it again. Give a fellow a cliance, aud as you did aoiandljnnsoit •the -ccreami isj.y nonseiiaieal tiaohmationa o! -" Beer," do in fairness piint the mild cast-igatiun ihm icfli»ted by your* truly B Randy. jjfainaton Asjlum, Jan, 1876.

LIJTE3 TO THE OhIOINAI/FOXT. \Wh*t ! yon -a po^, that can never be ; .'Frail timbered crafti ihould never go to sev tWhy ugn your name to -tfewes, when tiscear Such muddled emanations come from Beet.? -jT»ke my .advico »nd if you needs mutt writt, not a steel .psa wheu you try the flight, J)0 try a quill, you'll find it of more uw— • Quill* are by nature fitted for* QoOM.

.* SMALL BOY'S FIRST ATTEMPT AT "NOJSSENSE VERSES."

Cf Said by tome to have been picked up in Vie last thucnder-itorm, which will account for the sense being wathed out of it; by othtrt, to have been found taturated wth Beer (<) at the Editor $ door.

MoMinn'i afl*t, and that's * f»ct, And Beere (c) he seems to know it, i Bat what a mut»ke for Mac to make, To jump -on. his 'hat and show it. .And why poor Cox should get t these knooki, I can't for the life -of me' see it ; • For Hamilton Beer (c) U fit for a Peer, And I -hare got to drink it. S«ys U to me the other day, What would you have wt now say'? ;fcayi I to him, let's spatter McMinn With the fioth of iieer (c) and blarney. And so this Toet, bat sure you know it, Has adapted aßtave from Killarney ; ,But MoMinn who hails north, Bays its mo botter thanfioth, And aa.a not. to be Beei(e)ded with blarney. And thu« it was that Beer (c) stepp d oa To the Hamilton dunghill bo handy, But who can tell, what some, tiue day, Will happen to the Raglan Dandy. .For b^w.re of Beer (c), if be again pops off, Look out for equal s and thunder ; .And may be ti en, He Mum with bia pen, Will prose, belore he knocks under. .And may be- it's right/for a good man to- fight, For honor with honorarium at \\ ellington ; But sure its wrong in a Professor of song, To write vrroea with nevei a lexicon. An\ its equally right for all men to fighfc, Now and thou for the gool and the true ; Anl bow can it be wrong, to warble in song, If Boer (c) oo net out in the brow. •But of Cot -the ivrell, and McMinn the small, You have surely Inard enough, sir ; /There's nothing lett, at all, at aLI, Of matJiial for a paff, sir. A B.C.— A Hamilton small bot itndee thb ' iinbVBVCK of Hamilton J3mb («).