from the bio on A. R. D. (Arthur 'Rex' Dugard Fairburn) FAIRBURN (1904-1957) who lived about four miles from Castor Bay, a suburb of Auckland and wrote around dozen poetry books.
The best were assembled in Collected Poems published in 1966.
He wrote both light pieces and thoughtful ones

I thought I would share one of his poems ...
taken from here

... written after reading that Sir Ernest Fisk (1886-1965), Managing Director of Amalgamated Wireless, considers it may be possible before long to get into communication with the dead

The Disadvantages of Being Dead
According to Sir Ernest Fisk,
Death is attended with grave risk;
Henceforth when sufferers quit this life
(leaving the duns, the job, the wife),
When weary souls obtain release
They cannot hope to rest in peace.

Ah, no! Sir Ernest and his friends
Will probe beyond the earth's far ends
Armed with a radion transmitter,
And send them (though the thoughts' more bitter
Than death itself) tidings of battle,

Turf intelligence, tittle-tattle,
Until no privacy is left
To those who are of life bereft,
And the deep silence of the tomb
Resounds like Bedlam's common-room

Sir Ernest, hear this hearfelt cry!
We who are about to die
Salute ... and ask you not to try