First Prize Humorous Poem

Radio Record, Volume II, Issue 44, 17 May 1929, Page 26

First Prize Humorous Poem

PARTED. By J. P. Black, 56 Hector Street, Seatoun. My Baby! You were all I had, And all I wanted, too; You filled my life with sunshine glad, And I was all to you. To be but near you---hear you callTo know you owed to me Your life-your home-your comforts all Touched me unspeakably. I'd clasp you in my arms, and feel Your heart-throbs all confess Your love for me, and else reveal Your thrill to my caress. ss a — se —

In all your litile ailments, I Physician was, and nurse; Your little joys I’d fain supply And aid you in reverse. I bought you shoes-a winter hood And aught else you should ask; To meet your need I gladly would Perform most menial task. But man-made law.and cruel fate Ordained that we should part; © What reck they that I’m desolate~ That slowly breaks my heart? I miss your little loving waysThe noise you made-the mess Through sleepless nights and lonely days No surcease of distress! My babe! You were my Heaven, dear J loved you but too well! And now you are no longer here I’m plunged in deepest Hell! samira vaaet od

No more upon a holiday Will we repair-ah met? No more will wend our gladsome way In search of shell or tree. Why must you, far beyond my ken, To stranger’s garage go? I had to meet one more P.N. And couldn't raise the dough!