Yule Fever (With apologies to the King’s Minstrel) (C J Dennis Poems)
I must go down to the shops again, to the crowded shops go IAnd all I have is a long ...
I must go down to the shops again, to the crowded shops go IAnd all I have is a long ...
Mum's bit of egg money on the mantelpiece In the broken teapot in the olden days,Hardly earned and hoarded there,Much ...
Long faces, hangin' lips an' eyes without a smile, Meegrims an' mulligrubs, mournfulness an' moans,Faith in the future gone to ...
I reckon (said Dad) that the country's pestsIs this here wireless an' these here Tests.Up to the house and around ...
A scrap book that just sort of grewover the years along with you,without a set of rules or plan,just a ...
My face isn't pretty,Nor is it quite plain —I suppose it's an ordin'ryFace in the main.My mum says, "If evenYou ...
Soldier, are you afraid of the things to come?Do you dream of the dawn-and the cold sea's heave—And the guns' ...
Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit, Whatever they are, As bribes to teach them how to execute Sixteen ...
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with ...
Along the Woodford road there comes a noise Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat post-chaise Struggles along, drawn by a ...
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
it began as a secret desire (an itch in the marrow too vague to get through to the bone) an ...
THE Lombard princes oft pervade my mind; The present tale Boccace relates you'll find; Agiluf was the noble monarch's name; ...
WHEN Francis (named the first) o'er Frenchmen reign'd, In Italy young Arthur laurels gained, And oft such daring valour showed ...
We were born of tea, our mum could drink fourteen cups a day, an awesome feat to try to rationalise, ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Each New Year's Eve I used to brood On my misdoings of the past, And vowed: "This year I'll be ...
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