Flames (Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems)
It's human nature for a bashful blokeTo bottle up, an' hesitate, an' doubtTill grinnin' Fate plays him some low-down joke;Then, ...
It's human nature for a bashful blokeTo bottle up, an' hesitate, an' doubtTill grinnin' Fate plays him some low-down joke;Then, ...
I 'ave written Mick a letter in reply to one uv 'is,Where 'e arsts 'ow things is goin' where the ...
'E calls me Digger; that's 'ow 'e begins.'E sez 'e's only 'arf a man; an' grins.Judged be 'is nerve, I'd ...
'My oath!' the Duchess sez. 'You'd not ixpectSich things as that. Yeh don't mean kangaroos?Go hon!' she sez, or words ...
'I wash me 'ands uv 'im,' I tells 'em straight.'You women can do wot yeh dash well like.I leave this ...
The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat;Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as smote me soul;An' all them joys o' ...
I ain't no verse-'og. When I busts in songAn' fills the air wiv choonful melerdy,I likes fer uvver coves to ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
Hist! . . . . . . Hark!The night is very dark,And we've to go a mile or soAcross the ...
'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, where go you to-day?'I go to Cuppacumalomga, fifty miles away;Over plains where Summer rains have sung a ...
CrowI detest the Carrion Crow!(He's a raven, don't you know?)He's a greedy glutton, also, and a ghoul,And his sanctimonious cawRubs ...
Down by the slipralls stands our cowChewing, chewing, chewing,She does not care what folks out thereIn the great, big world ...
I wonder what the Jacks have got to laugh and laugh about.I'm sure the worms don't see the joke when ...
Did you see them pass to-day, Billy, Kate and Robin,All astride upon the back of old grey Dobbin?Jigging, jogging off ...
Now, a man in OodnadattaHe grew fat, and he grew fatter,Though he hardly had a thing to eat for dinner;While ...
Old farmer Jack gazed on his wheat,And feared the frost would nip it.Said he, 'it's nearly seven feet -I must ...
Old Black JackoSmokes tobaccoIn his little pipe of clay.Puff, puff, puff,He never has enoughThough he smokes it all day.But his ...
Little Tommy Tadpole began to weep and wail,For little Tommy Tadpole had lost his little tail;And his mother didn't know ...
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