The Kia ora coo-ee : the magazine for the ANZACS in the Middle East, 1918
"Not Approved"
"Not Approved"
The Adjutant— my heart is nearly broke.
Romance is worse than wasted, tis no Joke.
I do believe it fills him with delight,
Upon our application forms to write—
"Not approved."
How often have I pitched a lovely tale,
One that I'd bet a dollar couldn't fail;
Yet ere the night 'twould wander back again,
And on it I would read, with raging pain—
"Not approved."
The yarns I told of sisters very ill,
Of Father's and my poor dear Mater's will,
Of brothers I'd not seen for the ten long years;
Yet every time the same old thing appears—
"Not approved."
To show the unjust treatment I receive,
I've even tapped them for a marriage leave,
I've told them that my "lines" I will produce;
But all "khalass" it's not a bit of use—
"Not approved."