Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
It makes bad writers somewhat worse:
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
That fall beneath a reader's curse,
It is the feeblest jingle yet.
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.

(C) Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)
06/28/2019


Best Poems of Banjo Paterson (Andrew Barton)

• Waltzing Matilda
• A Dream Of The Melbourne Cup
• The Maori Pig Market
• In Defence Of The Bush
• Behind The Scenes
• In The Droving Days
• The Corner-man
• Lost
• An Evening In Dandaloo
• Our New Horse
• Tar And Feathers
• An Idyll Of Dandaloo
• Our Mat
• The Sausage Candidate - A Tale Of The Elections
• The Scapegoat
• Who Is Kater Anyhow?
• Only A Jockey
• The Hypnotist
• As Long As Your Eyes Are Blue