The Kid (C J Dennis Poems)
My son! . . . Them words, jist like a blessed song,Is singin' in me 'eart the 'ole day long; ...
C J Dennis Poems on Dreams (61 Poems)
Rabbits (C J Dennis Poems)
Ar! Gimme fights wiv foeman I kin see, To upper-cut an' wallop on the jor.Life in a burrer ain't no ...
The Stones of Gosh (C J Dennis Poems)
Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh, In the end of the year umteen;Of the Glugs of ...
‘Ave a ‘eart! (C J Dennis Poems)
'Ere! 'Ave a 'eart! 'e sez. "Why, love a duck! A 'uman bein' ain't a choppin' block!There ain't no ...
The Insect (C J Dennis Poems)
From Camoweal to Windywoe, from Windywoe to Thirstyville,We'll drag the line around the map, along the plain, and up the ...
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 ...
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 ...
Uncle Jim (C J Dennis Poems)
I got no time fer wasters, lad, sez 'e, "Give me a man wiv grit," sez Uncle Jim.'E bores 'is ...
A Woman’s Way (C J Dennis Poems)
Women is strange. You take my tip; I'm wise. I know enough to know I'll never knowThe 'uman female ...
In Spadger’s Lane (C J Dennis Poems)
Ole Mother Moon 'oo yanks 'er beamin' dile Acrost the sky when we've grown sick o' day,She's like some fat ...
Culture and Cops (C J Dennis Poems)
Five nights agone I lay at rest On my suburban couch.My trousers on the bedpost hung, Red gold within their ...
The Game (C J Dennis Poems)
Ho! the sky's as blue as blazes an' the sun is shinin' bright, An' the dicky birds is singin' over'ead,An' ...
The Bleating of the Sheep (C J Dennis Poems)
Lo, I listened to the bleating of the sheep -- Squatters' sheep --And I sat ...
A Letter To The Front (C J Dennis Poems)
I 'ave written Mick a letter in reply to one uv 'is,Where 'e arsts 'ow things is goin' where the ...
Washing Day (C J Dennis Poems)
The little gipsy vi'lits, they wus peepin' thro' the greenAs she come walkin' in the grass, me little wife, Doreen. ...
Listeners Luck (C J Dennis Poems)
My sort, she sez, "don't meet no fairy prince." I can't 'elp 'earin' part uv wot was said ...
The Corpse That Won’t Lie Still (C J Dennis Poems)
Aye, call it murder is ye will! 'Tis not the crime I fear.If his cold curse would but lie still ...
Half a Man (C J Dennis Poems)
I wash me 'ands uv 'im, I tells 'em straight. "You women can do wot yeh dash well like.I leave ...
‘I Dips me Lid’ (C J Dennis Poems)
Young sir, 'E sez . . . Like that . . . It made me feelRomantic like, as if me ...
The Joy Ride (C J Dennis Poems)
Ah Gawd! It makes me sick to think Of what I 'eard an' seen;Poor 'Arry like a wet rag flung ...
A Square Deal (C J Dennis Poems)
Dreamin'? I sez to Digger Smith. "Buck up, ole sport, an' smile.Ain't there enough uv joy to-dayTo drive the bogey ...
March of Memories (C J Dennis Poems)
Left, right - left, right . . . We march today for memories (the grizzled Digger said)Memories of lost dreams ...
A Dirge of the Morning After (C J Dennis Poems)
VOICE OF THE PEOPLE (wailing dismally):"Who can deliver us, Lord of our destiny! Out of the depths comes our passionate ...
The Anti-Socialist (C J Dennis Poems)
'Tis morn.An individualistic cockProclaims the fact.The dissipated cat sneaks home forlorn.'Tis time to get up and act!'Tis eight o'clock!The stern ...
Armistice: To His Dead Cobber From The Sentimental Bloke (C J Dennis Poems)
I'm sittin' 'ere, Mick - sittin' 'ere today, Feelin' 'arf glum, 'arf sorter - reverent, Thinkin' strange, crooked thorts of ...
Hopeful Hawkins (C J Dennis Poems)
Hawkins wasn't in the swim at all in Dingo Flat, And to bait him was our chiefest form of ...
Granny Discovers Another Tiger (C J Dennis Poems)
That's him!! The authentic, identical beast! The Unionist tiger, full brother to "Sosh"!I know by the prowl of him.Hark to ...
The Clerk (C J Dennis Poems)
The unsoiled hand, the sleek, black coat, The senile, ledger-haunted hours,The knowledge that my freeman's vote Is humbly cast to ...
Suburbia – A Yearn (C J Dennis Poems)
O man with a Position, prithee tell,How is't you mould your sal'ried life so well;Holding in lofty scorn that lowly ...
Brown’s Tram (C J Dennis Poems)
A city clerk was Henry Brown,Whose suburb knew nor tram nor train;And ev'ry morn he walked to town. From nine ...