#AustralianWriters
The Glugs abide in a far, far lan… That is partly pebbles and stones… But mainly earth of a chocolate hu… When it isn’t purple or slightly b… And the Glugs live there with the…
Mr. Pericles, M.P., In four-sixty-nine B.C., Outed Cimon at a general election… Premier Cimon, thuswise ex-ed, Was quite naturally vexed,
He was tall and tough and stringy,… Broad and loose, with greenhide mu… He was slow of speech and prudent,… With the eye of one who gazes long… Smith by name, but long forgotten…
‘This is the life!’ said Dusty Da… ‘This is the life to hand a man! My happy way is strewn with flower… But why waste money on the showers… ’The hard cash wasted on that bath
She never nagged; she never said n… But sat an’ looked at me an’ never… I could 'a’ bluffed it out if she… Fair narked, an’ let me ‘ave it wi… It silence told me ‘ow ’er ‘eart w…
I know I’m dull. I know I got a… That’s only fit fer fertilizin’ 'a… I don’t arst for bokays: I ain’t… But fair is fair. An’ when yeh think yer somethin’ u…
A word out of season Of vapid unreason May seem mere political twaddle at… But this thing needs abatement If, with each wild statement
See, I’m writin’ to Mick as a blo… To a cobber o’ mine at the front An’ I’m gittin’ full up uv the mu… At the cove that is bearin’ the br… Fer 'e mus’n’t do this an’ 'e shou…
’Tis morn. An individualistic cock Proclaims the fact. The dissipated cat sneaks home for… ’Tis time to get up and act!
A spieler came to Yarra Glen upon… He wore a suit of noisy cheeks and… He was a wicked man, they say, Such as they grow down Melbourne… A spieler gay,
There’s a breeze about the mountai… A song to mock the little men who… Or play at toil or pleasure where… But put my good axe in my hand and… And it’s: Hey, boy!
‘This Cen-TEEN-ary,’ sez ‘e Sez I, ’You’ll pardon me.’ (Perlite, like that, first off, an… ‘You’ll pardon me, I’m sure,’ I sez: 'but, speakin’ pure,
Where the Yarra dreams along, Now in shadow, now in sun, Murmuring a drowsy song, Here she rests, the placid one. Here she rests and takes her ease,
His Honor walked into the shop For of shopping his Honor was fon… Did she blush? Did her eyes indi… In that slim little, trim little b… Did his bachelor heart miss a beat…
Gin you’re gangin’ doon the city Come next Sabbath afternoon, An’ you’ll catch a glimpse o’ Tar… An’ you’ll hear a skirlin’ tune; An’ you’ll see a crowd o’ laddies