#AustralianWriters
Do you know 'Erb? Now, there’s a… If football’s on your mind, why, '… To put you wise. It’s his whole… Keen? He’s as keen as mustard on… Football is in his blood. He thi…
The sun burns hotly thro’ the gums As down the road old Rogan comes The hatter from the lonely hut Beside the track to Woollybutt. He likes to spend his Christmas w…
Beneath a lamp in Spring-street,… I came unwittingly upon a most pat… A sorry spectacle of woe - a limp,… Who leaned against a post and sobb… ‘I’ve lorst me trust in 'uman men;…
Oh, I dance upon the lawn in the… And I gloat upon the corpses of a… Where the frost about my feet spre… There I chuckle and I chortle as… ‘Lime and sulphur, Paris green, a…
Walk up! Walk up to the Bureaucr… All the tasters and the testers an… All the freaks and other fancies o… A unique conglomeration not believ… Walk up! Walk up to the stranges…
Well, I don’t know. Maybe it’s q… And maybe it is I who am perverse… Finding in this unedifying sight Mere mummery, and hearing but a bl… Of words and frowsty fustian - or…
I worked for fifty hours a week, And someone said to me, ‘Don’t be a serf! Throw off your… And show the world you’re free!’ So I cut down my working hours
Avaunt! What news is this I hear Of portent grim and sinister? Is he, whose words insult mine ear… A mere, upstart Prime Minister? Odds fish! These fellows hithert…
At the beginning of the week A strictly rigid path I seek, And vow the only state for me, In finance, is stability; I sternly view all borrowing
We didn’t like the bo’sun’s mate (Yo, 'eave ho! an’ a bottle o’ le… Becos ‘is dile filled us wiv ’ate (Yo, 'eave ho! An’ a bottle o’ n… Miss).
‘Give us gardens!’ said the artist… ‘Blatant brick and soulless stone, Never built a noble city. Man lives not by bread alone, Beauty brings, for our enrichment,
Brothers o’ mine, brothers o’ mine… All the world over, from pole to p… All of them brothers of mine and t… Every wondering, blundering soul. Banded together by grace divine,
But what I do object to, and some others more than I, Are the mad old, bad old practices these baubles signify. Good friends, brother Australians and fellow voters; I think that you wil...
‘He’s blind,' we say. Then turn… Upon our way, again to view Familiar things - some prospect wi… Some olden scene for ever new. Heedless we pass along, and soon
He dreaded not dark, nor the lonel… For the world, as he knew it, was… Nor threat of the risk, nor necess… Gave fear to his innocent mind. He was merely abroad for a country…