Book Contents: Moods Of Ginger Mick (C J Dennis Poems)
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
It was n't kid stakes. I 'ad no crook lurk To act deceivin', or to treat 'er mean.I'm old enough ...
Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I've been! I arsts meself, wot else could I ixpeck?I done me block complete ...
Peter the 'Ermit was a 'oly bloke, The parson sez, "wot chivvied coves to war." "Too right," I ...
'E wears perjarmer soots an' cleans 'is teeth, That's wot I reads. It fairly knocked me flat,"Me soljer cobber, be ...
On one fine but fatal morning in the early Eocene, Lo, a brawny Bloke set out to dig a hole:First ...
(Compiled by the Sentimental Bloke)I ain't no verse-'og. When I busts in song An' fills the air wiv choonful melerdy,I ...
He was obviously English, in his Harris tweeds and stockings.And his accent was of Oxford, and his swagger and his ...
Mister Chairman; - er - ah - when We right-thinking business men Are treated with ...
The Honourable TORYPHAT addressed the meeting: 'Hem!(Prolonged applause.) Ah - Mistah Chairman, gentlemen. To stemThe tide of Socialism - rabid ...
Aha! Beware! I know your guilty past! I was a witness of that secret crime.One word! and all your fondest ...
Gentlemen! a politician,One who values his position,Stands, with easy confidence,Here before you on the fence.For he knows full well, good ...
Mrs Munn, the midwife - Mother Munn they called her --Wallowed in the world's woes; sickness ne'er appalled her. She ...
He sat upon a fallen log And heaved a long, deep sigh.His gnarled hand fondling his old dog As his ...
These be the fruits, O man who would out-loom The proudest Caesar of Rome's proudest story,When legion after legion marched ...
To-day I took old rhymes that I had written. And read them through, each one unto the end:When with a ...
Oh, we are the phantoms of rovers lost -- See how the mocking mirages play!Men who have ventured and paid ...
At the meeting of the waters Where the dark tree shadows playWangaratta's sons and daughters Dream the drowsy hours away;Placid ...
Underneath a tree I lie,Watching with lack lustre eye, All those little trivial things Weakness after sickness brings;Watching birds flit ...
Sweet, think how much the better it would be If you thro' life should thus preserve your beauty.It really doesn't ...
Rashly I shot an arrow in the air, And, as my shaft into the zenith sped,I knew 'twas bound to ...
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