Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

  • 451.  
    There was once a Simple People - (you, of course, will understand
    This is just a little fable of a non-existent land) There was once a Simple People, and they had a Simple King,
  • 452.  
    Fellers of Australier,
    Blokes an' coves an' coots,Shift yer --- carcases,
  • 453.  
    I metabloke in Collun-street
    A cove I yustanoWhen I wus workin Southoss,
  • 454.  
    When your dose is code as barble,
    Ad you sduffle all the day,Ad your head id is behavig
  • 455.  
    I happened in Gosh on an ancient day,
    In the land of Glugs far, far awayWhere the skies are green and the grass is pink
  • 456.  
    I wed him because he looked nice (said she)
    And I feared to be left on the shelf.For I wouldn't take mother's advice (said she),
  • 457.  
    Taste? Good taste? It's been argued before,
    But not many agree on it yet.Much that A may condone B may deeply deplore;
  • 458.  
    When dandelions star the fields
    Another alien singer, I,Nursed upon England's flowery wealds,
  • 459.  
    Aw, I'm sick o' the whole darn human race,
    An' I'm sick o' this mundane ball;I'm sick o' the sight o' me brother's face,
  • 460.  
    Now, a man in Oodnadatta
    He grew fat, and he grew fatter, Though he hardly had a thing to eat for dinner;
  • 461.  
    Golden bird whose golden voice,
    When the summer days wax long Cheery optimist from choice
  • 462.  
    Ye are the Great White People, masters and lords of the earth,
    Spreading your stern dominion over the world's wide girth.Here, where my fathers hunted since Time's primordial morn,
  • 463.  
    It wasn't kid stakes. I 'ad no crook lurk
    To act deceivin', or to treat 'er mean.I'm old enough to know them games don't work
  • 464.  
    Now, since man became a martyr
    To this economic stress,He has sought relief, in barter,
  • 465.  
    'Dreamin'?' I sez to Digger Smith.
    'Buck up, ole sport, an' smile.Ain't there enough uv joy to-day
  • 466.  
    THE FAMINE

  • 467.  
    We know those little country pubs,
    By cross-road and by creek,Where faithfully the landlord scrubs
  • 468.  
    Now, Plugger Palook was a man in a thousand
    (Said Horace the Howler) not one of yer fools.But his barrackers vowed that he wasn't allowed
  • 469.  
    Ladies and gentlemen: I take this opportunity
    To introduce myself and mention that, much as we may deplore the fact, we are essentially an agricultural community
  • 470.  
    There's a big, brown man in the hinterland
    Whom the nation had forgot;He's a stolid man and a patient man
  • 471.  
    There's many a man who rides today
    In the lonely, far out-back;There's many a man who makes his way
  • 472.  
    They say the eagle is a bird
    That sees some splendid sightsWhen he soars high into the sky
  • 473.  
    I knew a careful lady once
    Who read a book by Dr. Bunce,A wise authority on wogs
  • 474.  
    Now the Wobble went out on the roaring tide,
    With a dry dog trotting along by its side;Went over the sea - and I vow right here
  • 475.  
    Down thro' the ages these same sticks
    Have played on man their knavish tricks.Down thro' the ages these false lips
  • 476.  
    Did you see them pass to-day, Billy, Kate and Robin,
    All astride upon the back of old grey Dobbin?Jigging, jogging off to school, down the dusty track -
  • 477.  
    Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet,
    Stern lord of his house and kin,Is a small, bald man, and a cricket fan
  • 478.  
    I know I'm dull. I know I got a brain
    That's only fit fer fertilizin' 'air.I don't arst for bokays: I ain't that vain;
  • 479.  
    Aw, go write yer tinklin' jingle, an' yer pretty phrases mingle,
    Fer the mamby-pamby girl, all fluffy frill an' shinin' silk.Them's the sort ter fetch yer trouble, when yer tries 'em, in the double.
  • 480.  
    Mr. Pericles, M.P.,
    In four-sixty-nine B.C.,Outed Cimon at a general election;
  • 481.  
    Kilmore cares not who comes nigh.
    But, with a calm, incurious eye,She sees the swift cars speeding by,
  • 482.  
    Here in my garden at the long day's close
    I sing again her Majesty the Rose.The Rose who can with magic most complete
  • 483.  
    Oh, how I hate these chills, these winter ills,
    Bleak blasts and breezes;Abominate the 'flu,' the fierce 'Tishoo'
  • 484.  
    O! Hernia! My hernia.
    'Twas here we parted dearA parting that for four long weeks
  • 485.  
    Foot on the rail in the olden days,
    For all the world to see,A jolly old lot, they took their pot
  • 486.  
    No longer wilful woman hides
    Behind a law that over-ridesThe dicta of her lawful lord and master.
  • 487.  
    O ye women! WIMMIN! WEEMIN!!
    See our tears repentant streamin'!See the pearly drops a-gleamin',
  • 488.  
    The heathen's not efficient;
    He sits down in the sunAnd doesn't care a tuppn'y dump
  • 489.  
    'Taint my idea uv argument to call a man a fool,
    An' I ain't lookin' round for bricks to 'eave at ole man Poole;But when 'e gets disputin' 'e's inclined to lose 'is 'ead.
  • 490.  
    If, some day, you should find me, cold and stark
    If you should stumble o'er my lifeless clayIn some still thoroughfare or public park
  • 491.  
    Whene'er I read some savage tale
    Of punishment devisedBy tyrants in an olden day,
  • 492.  
    The veil was rent, and mundane Time merged in Eternity;
    And I beheld the End of Things. I heard the Last DecreePronounced on all the World that Is, and Was, and Is to Be.
  • 493.  
    World war had come - and gone. It seemed the end.
    Spent, broken, by the last despair oppressed,Unfitted to attack or yet defend,
  • 494.  
    It was the schooner Desperate
    That sailed the southern sea,And the skipper had brought his little daughter
  • 495.  
    Up and down the roads they go
    Vale to hill, and hill to vale Leading on to Omeo
  • 496.  
    I am shocked beyond words!
    (Said the statesman. 'Tis crimeThat the clamoring herds
  • 497.  
    'Sowin' things an' growin' things, an' watchin' of 'em grow;
    That's the game,' my father said, an' father ought to know.'Settin' things an' gettin' things to grow for folks to eat:
  • 498.  
    Gentlemen! a politician,
    One who values his position,Stands, with easy confidence,
  • 499.  
    Now a stream may be a lady,
    Or a gentleman serene,Who, by sunlit ways and shady,
  • 500.  
    Now, Ma-til-der! Ain't cher dressed yet? I declare, the girl ain't up!
    Last as ushul. Move yerself, you sleepy'-ead!Are you goin' to lie there lazin',
Total 714 poems written by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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