Billy Vickers (Henry Kendall Poems)
No song is this of leaf and bird,And gracious waters flowing;I'm sick at heart, for I have heardBig Billy Vickers ...
No song is this of leaf and bird,And gracious waters flowing;I'm sick at heart, for I have heardBig Billy Vickers ...
Tell me not, in doctored numbers,Life is but a name for work!For the labour that encumbersMe I wish that I ...
For fifty years,Cruel, insatiable Old World.You have punched me over the heartTill you made me cough blood.The few paltry things ...
I. O wild kaleidoscopic panorama of jaculatory arms and legs. The twisting, twining, turning, tussling, throwing, thrusting, throttling, tugging, thumping, the tightening thews. The tearing of tangled trousers, the jut of giant calves protuberant. The wriggleness, the wormlike, snaky movement and life of it; The insertion of strong men in the mud, the wallowing, the stamping with thick shoes; The rowdyism, and élan, the slugging and scraping, the cowboy Homeric ferocity. (Ah, well kicked, red legs! Hit her up, you muddy little hero, you!) The bleeding noses, the shins, the knuckles abraded: That's the way to make men! Go it, you border ruffians, I like ye.II. Only two sorts of men are any good, I wouldn't give a cotton hat for no other — The Poet and the Plug Ugly. They are picturesque. O, but ain't they? These college chaps, these bouncing fighters from M'Gill and Toronto, Are all right. I must have a fighter, a bully, somewhat of a desperado; Of course, I prefer them raw, uneducated, unspoiled by book rot; I reckon these young fellows, these howling Kickapoos of the puddle, these boys, Have been uneducated to an undemocratic and feudal-aristocratic extent; Lord! how they can kick, though! Another man slugged there!III. Unnumbered festoons of pretty Canadian girls, I salute you; Howl away, you non-playing encouragers of the kickers! Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, M'Gill! Rah, Rah, Rah, Sis, Boom, Toronto! Lusty-throated give it! O, wild, tumultuous, multitudinous shindy. Well, this is the boss; This is worth coming twenty miles to see. Personally, I haven't had so much fun since I was vaccinated. I wonder if the Doctor spectates it. Here is something beyond his plesiosauri. Pure physical glow and exultation this of abundantest muscle: I wish John Sullivan were here.IV. O, the kicking, stamping, punching, the gore and the glory of battle! Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick. Will you kick! You kickers, scoop up the mud, steam plough the field, Fall all over yourselves, squirm out! Look at that pile-driver of a full-back there! Run, leg it, hang on to the ball; say, you big chump, don't you kill that little chap When you are about it. Well, I'd like to know what a touch down is, then? Draw? Where's your draw? Yer lie!(Anonymous Americas)
One day I thought I'd have some fun,And see how punching cows was done;So, when the roundup had begun,I tackled ...
Once a year we lumber southward with the clip from Yarradee;Spell the bullocks in the township while we run our ...
Women wear trousersTo trail round the shops;Women in trousersWield brushes and mops.Women wear trousersFor sleeping and sittingAnd pouring out tea ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
After the burial we returned to our units and assumed our poses. Our posture was the new posture and not ...
Jim just loves to garden, yes he does. He likes nothing better than to put on his little overalls and ...
After the burial we returned to our units and assumed our poses. Our posture was the new posture and not ...
Jim just loves to garden, yes he does. He likes nothing better than to put on his little overalls and ...
For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect. For there be ...
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me ...
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