HOW "HE" AND "HIM" DID MOURN, OR THE WRONG SOW BY THE LUG.

Waikato Times, Volume XIV, Issue 1204, 16 March 1880, Page 2

HOW "HE" AND "HIM" DID MOURN, OR THE WRONG SOW BY THE LUG.

On Thursday when the Timus came in, It made Te Awamutu stare, To see how " V.E.R." had hit The nail on head, so fair. We 'spied Commissioners " He " and " Him," They scorned oppress 'd with care ; A grisly light shone in their ejtb, Betokening great despair. " Now brother mine, what thinkest thou," Began the reverend " He," " Who is the author of the ' Groan ' Ih.it comes trom Te 'mutce :" Dost thou not think th.v all our woes And failure oi each plan, Arc brought about by law) cr G. Or some one of his clan ? " Ahem t alia ! ah well — speak low 1" Said " Him," " jou're right this time ; A schoolmaster that I know well Is good at making rhyme. And when inspired he needs must write, For poetic thoughts will burn Until he throws them off in verse, Which maketh us to mourn." " I've seen the pedagogue " " He " said (Hut here he hea\ed a sigh, " My \engeance must not be too great For pedagogue was I.") " I've seen this man " said " He " to " Him," " Twin- twenty times to spurn, The patronising smiles I gave, Tib he that makes us mourn." "Ah ! let me sec on Saturday ne\t," Said " He," "he'll come to town To see his friqnd the chemist here, And we will hunt him down To Te Awamutu sure enongh. That day the master came. And met a friend who tojd him all About the " He" " Him " game. " The mighty " He " this friend did say, •' Is sauntering through the town To see it you will guilty look Beneath his withering trown. Look sore atarid, and e\er) where His presence ti y to shun, And th.it will seem tone lushe proof 'ihtit jou the deed have done." The master being a funny man, Who lo\es a timely joke, Made uij his mind to h.i\e a lark With '•' He " the mighty " bloke." He therefore shied like flighted steed Before a lushing train, And doubled up and down the town, And up and down again. " I am not near so swift of foot M " He " mournfully did say, " \s when 1 was a pedagogue, And helped the bo\ \ at play. And where is ' Hun .-' a lurcher he, And laggard in the i.ice, But at the 'death ' he'll ha\e his whack, And jelp as it in chase." 'J he master's an athletic man, While " He " ib rather stout, And being aixnstomed to the " chair"' " He " socjii got knocked about. 'I he master well enjoyed the fun, But " He " J tear did not, He looked oh. dear ! mi \crj blue As ne'u can be forgot. The master said. " He's '' getting blown, 1 to the stoic will turn, " He'll " likely follow at my heels, 11)1 1) disappointed mourn. "He "' paused — " it may be that I'm wrong, I hat may not be the man. Hun ah ! a happj thought ! ' He' ciied, I'\e hit upon a plan. ' '* In 1 will rush dctcrniincdlv, And say in acionts strong; I'\e found the author Mi S., Have proof that ' Him's ' not wrong. On Monday 1 to Rice will write, \nd to Inspector, too. And ha\e him sent to Howick school, Awiij irom Te 'mutu," Then turned "He" round with withering glance, 'I o see the master shake, Or pale betoie his Majest\, With guilty fear to quake ; But now to finish wh.it " He " did " He " writhed and stamped with pain To see that .ill his threats and frow ns Had been bestowed in \ain. '• He " hunied out to seek for " Him " 'Io h.ue a jolly "tot," 'Io drown their grief, and seek relief And hatch .mother plot. " Ko more mares' nests tor me, sajs " He," " The same as that, sajs 'Him.' And now to catch real .Simon Puie We'll get our nets m trim." Luir.i Jim. Te Awamutu, Maich i^th, 1880.