Wednesday Kipple

The Kiwi way was simple. Do not skite or boast: do not celebrate wins. Do not nark or snitch. Be loyal to your mates.

When your mate is in need, help him.

The woke are trying to turn us into Karens, or Stasi. But the Kiwis were English, and we let the other nations boast.

Dashing through the malls
In a one-gal crusade way,
O’er the top they go,
Snitching all the way.
Calls on snitch-lines ring,
Making others ‘right’.
What fun it is to shop and snitch
A whingeing task tonight, oh!

Karens tell, Karens tell,
Whingeing all the way.
Oh what fun it is to snitch
In a one-gal crusade way!
Karens tell, Karens tell,
Whingeing all the way.
Oh what fun it is to snitch
In a one-gal crusade way!

You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
Jacinda’s snitch is coming to town
She’s making a list
And checking it twice;
She’s gonna find out who’s naughty and nice
Jacinda’s snitch is coming to town
She sees you when you’re selling
She knows if you are jabbed
She knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be jabbed for Karen’s sake!
Oh! You better watch out!
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
Jacinda’s snitch is coming to town
Jacinda’s snitch is coming to town

W H. The BFD

Yes, that is doggerel. Kipling looks like it, but is not. Our PM wants to boast: but she is a tyrant that will not. leave. us. alone. I leave it to the reader if she is akin to the witch-wife. What she is not is Lord Northumberland.

The English Way
1929

After the fight at Otterburn,
Before the ravens came,
The Witch-wife rode across the fern
And spoke Earl Percy’s name.

“Stand up-stand up, Northumberland!
I bid you answer true,
If England’s King has under his hand
A Captain as good as you?”

Then up and spake the dead Percy-
Oh, but his wound was sore!
“Five hundred Captains as good,” said he,
“And I trow five hundred more.

“But I pray you by the lifting skies,
And the young wind over the grass,
That you take your eyes from off my eyes,
And let my spirit pass.”

“Stand up-stand up, Northumberland!
I charge you answer true,
If ever you dealt in steel and brand,
How went the fray with you?”

“Hither and yon,” the Percy said;
“As every fight must go;
For some they fought and some they fled,
And some struck ne’er a blow.

“But I pray you by the breaking skies,
And the first call from the nest,
That you turn your eyes away from my eyes,
And let me to my rest.”

“Stand up-stand up, Northumberland!
I will that you answer true,
If you and your men were quick again,
How would it be with you?”

“Oh, we would speak of hawk and hound,
And the red deer where they rove,
And the merry foxes the country round,
And the maidens that we love.

“We would not speak of steel or steed,
Except to grudge the cost;
And he that had done the doughtiest deed
Would mock himself the most.

“But I pray you by my keep and tower,
And the tables in my hall,
And I pray you by my lady’s bower
(Ah, bitterest of all!)

“That you lift your eyes from outen my eyes,
Your hand from off my breast,
And cover my face from the red sun-rise,
And loose me to my rest!”

She has taken her eyes from out of his eyes-
Her palm from off his breast,
And covered his face from the red sun-rise,
And loosed him to his rest.

“Sleep you, or wake, Northumberland-
You shall not speak again,
And the word you have said ‘twixt quick and dead
I lay on Englishmen.

“So long as Severn runs to West
Or Humber to the East,
That they who bore themselves the best
Shall count themselves the least.

“While there is fighting at the ford,
Or flood along the Tweed,
That they shall choose the lesser word
To cloke the greater deed.

“After the quarry and the kill-
The fair fight and the fame-
With an ill face and an ill grace
Shall they rehearse the same.

“Greater the deed, greater the need
Lightly to laugh it away,

Shall be the mark of the English breed
Until the Judgment Day!”

Rudyard Kipling

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John Wilder
1 month ago

Kipling. Love it.