On Second Thoughts

Highlander, Volume 1, Issue 13, 18 April 1945, Page 2

On Second Thoughts

She’s only a tub with a name that’s a joke, For no real princess such scorn could evoke, Her royalty’s doubtful her sex is a cert. For only a woman could be so pervert. She ambles along with the speed of a hearse, Nought else but a Bay Boat’s so slow, If she went much slower she’d be in reverse, And its like Dante’s inferno below. All this and more you Kiwis have said, With curses both lurid and vain. In English, in Itie, on deck and in « bed, In words which no verse could ■ • contain, Oaths so terrific I recall to think, That even the Bos’un would stare. But perhaps at this stage you’re beginning to think, If perhaps after all you’ve been fair, She got you there and she got you s back, To the homes which seemed so remote. Away for good from the noise of ack-ack, And all in one piece you’ll note. So give a thought when back in . your homes, To the Princess who wasn’t so black. Give a thought to the blokes who took all your moans, And have to go all the way back. L. Sinclair