They had a new gnu at the Zoo And nobody knew. Tho’ the keeper, they say, had a c… And that’s probably true, Since he knew a new gnu was due,

‘The flamin’ cows!' ‘e ses; ’e did… ’Twas ‘orrible the langwidge that… It made me blood run cold to ‘ear… An’ me that taken-back-like an’ co… W’ile them poor beasts 'e belted a…

I venerate economists As very learned blokes, But when in paradox they speak Their meaning oft I vainly seek, Suspecting subtle jokes.

An 'Ode to the Moon’ did he indit… With his two-and-half soul-power. ('Twas the child of a starlit summ… Begot by a gloomy hour.) And he vowed it was a work immense…

A man without a party, he Knows nought of obligation To any friend; but, fancy free. He represents the nation. In lonely majesty he sits

Jist to intraj’uice me cobber, an… A rorty boy, a naughty boy, wiv ru… In ’is casu’l conversation, an’ th… That gives the sudden shudders to… ‘Is name is on the records at the…

Some saw in him a Scottish wreck;… A few proclaimed his genius, but a… That Doctor Andy Deveraux had le… ‘A mighty clever cove,’ they said,… For down at Paddy Clancy’s bar yo…

Peace, perfect peace. . . . Come,… The danger zone is past; the gaunt… The bark of Scylla ceases on her… And grim Charybdis threatens us n… Respite, Nepenthe, leaning-posts…

Here in my garden at the long day’… I sing again her Majesty the Rose… The Rose who can with magic most… Bring worshippers again about her… Forsaking other loves, who, thro’…

A word out of season Of vapid unreason May seem mere political twaddle at… But this thing needs abatement If, with each wild statement

Now Mr. Jeremiah Bane He owned a warehouse in The Lane, An edifice of goodly size, Where, with keen private enterpris… He sold imported napery

I seldom get to hatin’ men, nor ha… To me, it just a foolish game to p… But it kills the hard thought in y… To see the man you hated once a ma… We’d had a meetin’ at the mill; th…

‘Outgoing: the Ooonah for Burnie’… How often the radio spoke; Till the stout little ship and her… Grew into a mild sort of joke. But no longer her donkeyman grappl…

I’ve knowed ole Flood this last f… I knoo ‘im when ’is Syd went to t… A proud ole man 'e was. But I’ve… An’ seen ‘is look when people spok… As sour a look as most coves want…

Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Rules with an iron rod His house and home; ‘neath its red… He struts like a little tin god. When Popper says stay, the family…