#AustralianWriters
‘E wears perjarmer soots an’ clean… That’s wot I reads. It fairly kn… ‘Me soljer cobber, be the name o’… Well, if that ain’t the limit, str… The sort that Ginger Mick would t…
He came into the bird-shop where… A hulking giant, monumental, grim, A paragon of muscular manhood. ‘What is sold here,’ I thought, ‘… His heavy brow, his grat, prognath…
Bright young thing: Thou on the b… Life is gay and pleasure laden All in vain the law beseeches Courtesy from man and maiden When a car, adorned with beauty
A word out of season Of vapid unreason May seem mere political twaddle at… But this thing needs abatement If, with each wild statement
Big Doc. Littlejohn, and ugly man… He wasn’t very graceful, no part o… Big, frame, big head, huge hands,… But gentle as a woman’s as he stoo… His great voice muted and the jaw…
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…
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…
Once a little sugar ant made up hi… To fare away far away, far away fr… He had eaten all his breakfast, an… To see what he should chance to se… Up and down a fern frond, round an…
Come, let us sing with a right goo… (Sing hey for lifting lay, sing he… Of any old, sunny old, silly old t… (Sing ho for the ballad of a backb… The sun shone brightly overhead,
I’d like to be a teacher, and have… Calling out, ‘Attention, please!’… I’d be quite strict with boys and… And all the books and maps and thn… I’d make then learn the dates of k…
Spare a bloom of blue, lady, To adorn a bower. A violet will do, lady Any azure flower. Since we hold a dance to-day,
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…
‘Er name’s Doreen’¦Well spare me… You could er knocked me down wiv '… Yes, me, that kids meself I know… An’ 'as a name for smoogin’ in our… I just lines up an’ tips the saucy…
A lonely soul . . . According to… She has lived on, mid all our worl… Thro’ that procession of mad days… That most men lay to waste, and ca… And men have smiled a little, too,…
Aw, go write yer tinklin’ jingle,… Fer the mamby-pamby girl, all fluf… Them’s the sort ter fetch yer trou… Blow yer beauty! Wot’s the matter… Them there rhymers uv the wattle!…