C J Dennis Poems on Cows (47 Poems)

Book Contents: Moods Of Ginger Mick (C J Dennis Poems)

MOODS OF GINGER MICK This book was dedicated to “THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE COUNT” The image is the front cover of the 1918, Angus & Robertson edition though the poems are from … Continue reading →

The Battle Of The Wazzir (C J Dennis Poems)

If ole Pharaoh, King of Egyp’, ‘ad been gazin’ on the scene ‘E’d’ ave give the A.I.F. a narsty nameWhen they done their little best to scrub ‘is dirty Kingdom clean, An’ to shift ‘is ancient ‘eap uv sin an’ … Continue reading →

Nocturne (C J Dennis Poems)

I’m standin’ at the corner uv the Lane – The Land called Spadgers — waiting fer ‘is jills.The night’s come chilly, an’ a drizzlin’ rain Falls steady where a near-by street lamp spillsA gashly yeller light on stones all wet,An’ … Continue reading →

Introduction: Rose of Spadgers (C J Dennis Poems)

I’ve crawled; I’ve eaten dirt; I’ve lied a treat;I’ve dodged the cops an’ led a double life;I’ve readied up wild tales to tell me wife,W’ich afterwards I’ve ‘ad to take an’ eatRed raw. Aw, I been goin’ it to beatA … Continue reading →

Blokes (C J Dennis Poems)

Blokes ~ ‘ErbDo you know ‘Erb? Now, there’s a dinkum sport. If football’s on your mind, why, ‘Erb’s the sort To put you wise. It’s his whole end and’ aim. Keen? He’s as keen as mustard on the … Continue reading →

The Stror ‘At Coot (C J Dennis Poems)

Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I’ve been! I arsts meself, wot else could I ixpeck?I done me block complete on this Doreen, An’ now me ‘eart is broke, me life’s a wreck!The dreams I dreamed, the dilly thorts I … Continue reading →

The Faltering Knight (C J Dennis Poems)

It knocks me can in, this ere game uv life, A bloke gets born, grows up, looks round fer fun,Dreams dilly dreams, then wakes to find a wife An’ fambly round ‘im – all ‘is young days done.An’, … Continue reading →

Ginger’s Cobber (C J Dennis Poems)

‘E wears perjarmer soots an’ cleans ‘is teeth, That’s wot I reads. It fairly knocked me flat,“Me soljer cobber, be the name o’ Keith.” Well, if that ain’t the limit, strike me fat!The sort that Ginger Mick would think beneath‘Is … Continue reading →

The Growth of Sym (C J Dennis Poems)

Now Sym was a Glug; and ’tis mentioned soThat the tale reads perfectly plain as we go. In his veins ran blood of that stupid race Of docile folk, who inhabit the placeCalled Gosh, sad Gosh, where the tall trees … Continue reading →

The Play (C J Dennis Poems)

Wot’s in a name? — she sez . . . An’ then she sighs, An’ clasps ‘er little ‘ands, an’ rolls ‘er eyes. “A rose,” she sez, “be any other name Would smell the same.Oh, w’erefore art you Romeo, young … Continue reading →