[Editor: This poem by C.H.O. was published in Truth (Sydney, NSW), 15 February 1925.]
Old Nosey Parker
(By C.H.O.)
Air — “Wee Willie Winkie.”
Old Nosey Parker sneaking through the street
Daytime and nighttime with rubbers on his feet;
Peeping through the window,
Chuckling at the lock
“That voice ain’t her husband’s — won’t he get a shock?”
Old Nosey Parker, hot upon the scent
Staying up till morning on discov’ry bent,
Hearing ev’ry tit-bit,
Seeing ev’ry act,
Building up a mountain on a quarter inch of fact.
Old Nosey Parker, bursting with the news,
Ran to tell her husband how he was a wooz;
Husband heard him through it,
Then, as if in pain,
Wrung his neck efficiently and threw him down a drain.
Source:
Truth (Sydney, NSW), 15 February 1925, p. 1
Also published in:
Truth (Brisbane, Qld.), 22 February 1925, p. 1
Truth (Perth, WA), 18 April 1925, p. 1
Editor’s notes:
ain’t = (vernacular) a contraction of: am not; are not, aren’t; has not, hasn’t; have not, haven’t; is not, isn’t
discov’ry = (vernacular) discovery
ev’ry = (vernacular) every
rubbers = rubber-soled shoes
wooz = a coward, wimp, wuss; an ineffectual, soft-hearted, or timid person (also spelt “woos”)
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