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

Now, Batman, Prophet Batman, a h… He looked upon this land and found… “'Tis the place to build a village… They straight began - or so I’ve… To fling rude huts together by the…

There’s a soft and peaceful feelin… Comes across the farming hand As the shadows go a-stealing Slow along the new-turned land. The lazy curling smoke above the t…

I honour all trees well; but, best… I love those scarred old veterans,… Gazing from eminences, kingly wise… Across great sweeps of changing ea… Gazing with seeming scorn upon the…

‘I only said this German plan Had points,’ remarked the small, m… ‘I merely said an extra wife Might add variety to life. Strange how a woman will resent

Now, Plugger Palook was a man in… (Said Horace the Howler) not one… But his barrackers vowed that he w… Full scope for his talents account… For Plugger Palook was a football…

Let 'em come, by gum! That’s all… Let me see one of 'em up this way, With their sacks a-back an’ their… Low neck, short-panted hikin’ coot… Flingin’ their fags in the bramble…

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…

Wot price ole Ginger Mick? 'E’s… Gone to the flamin’ war to stoush… Wus it fer glory, or a woman’s sak… Ar, arst me somethin’ easy! I dun… ‘Is Kharki clobber set ’im off a…

Foot on the rail in the olden days… For all the world to see, A jolly old lot, they took their p… All unashamed and free, Passing their jest from lip to lip…

Though our eye in recent seasons Has a wild and glassy glare, And we fail to offer reasons For the straws that deck our hair; There are certain consolations

Each poet that I know (he said) Has something funny in his head, Some wandering growth or queer dis… That gives to him strange unease. If such a thing he hasn’t got,

‘It’s dogged as does it.' They’v… A motto to hold in that tight litt… To hold in their fighting and toil… And stick to the job with a tight… As fortune seems bleakest they cut…

Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Still with an iron hand Rules house and home. Like a pee… He barks each curt command. And he packs the family off to bed