#AustralianWriters
Healesville is a smiling lass, ‘Mid her encircling hills, Where down full many a mountain pa… The gold of wattle spills. She holds her hands out to the Sp…
Here’s to every Aussie fellow, Who refused to show the yellow When depression’s clammy hand Cast its shadow o’er the land. Here’s to them who never altered
Listen, Elaine. Tho’ I’m not ma… I like a little flutter now and th… But I maintain you would not be d… The family, or look like some old… If you just wore - Now, just a mi…
I think a great deal too much fuss Has been aroused ‘mid all of us About this crude economist John T… And fellows of his kidney now, ’Mid people up in Sydney now,
I said goodbye to the bees last F… To blooms, and to things like thes… Was shouting loud from the hills,… His gossamer net that fills frail… So I said goodbye to the bees; fo…
Thus it happened .... Let me ment… This occurred in times long vanish… ’Tis a quaint, unlikely story; som… But that’s a little matter you may… Mr. Foodle led a party that was s…
There’s joy in legislative halls When Frank’s in opposition; But gloom upon the Chamber falls When Frank holds high position. His merry japes no longer flit
Long faces, hangin’ lips an’ eyes… Meegrims an’ mulligrubs, mournfuln… Faith in the future gone to glory… I’ve seen it all a score o’ times… I seen it all a year ago, if you w…
At any other time of year It might have passed, but Spring… He says somethin’ - I dunno Somethin’ nasty. I says, ‘Ho!’ ‘Ho, yourself!’ he says, an’ glare…
In Lady Lusher’s drawing-room, wh… While cultured caterpillars chew t… In Lady Lusher’s drawing-room, up… The democrats of Toorak met to pa… They hearkened to a long address b…
Three hills lead on to Lilydale, Where runs the White Horse Road. Three slopes dip down into the val… The placid vale of Lilydale, That somnolent abode
‘When I was young,’ said old Geor… (And rumbling from his bearded lip… His deep voice boomed in measured… Them airyplanes an’ motor-ships Was never knowed in that far day.
But a scant 2000 folk, no more, Sitting solemn-faced within the pe… While the parsons preach and outwa… In divers tones, their own peculia… Folk of sobriety,
Dear Comrade: In the game of poli… A Senator gits quite enough of ki… Without 'is photer sittin’ in the… Wot makes ‘is map look like a nast… A pitcher that present ’im to the…
I wus pickin’ gipsy vi’lits fer to… We ‘ad words . . . about pianners… ’Igh words, about 'igh-toned idear… ’E started school a month ago, an’… But, judgin’ be the scraps ‘e ’as,…