Listen, Elaine. Tho’ I’m not ma… I like a little flutter now and th… But I maintain you would not be d… The family, or look like some old… If you just wore - Now, just a mi…

I wed him because he looked nice (… And I feared to be left on the sh… For I wouldn’t take mother’s advi… So I’ve no one to blame but mysel… My friends always said that he had…

Let’s have a tiny little bush fire… It’s a cold, cold night tonight. We are sick of this long session Of the darkness of depression. And a fire would make things brigh…

Jist ‘ere it gripped me, on a sudd… I wus diggin’ in the garden, talki… When it got me good an’ solid, an’… An’ curses soft down in me neck, a… Then, when I tries to straighten…

They climbed the trees . . . As w… The Glugs climbed trees in the da… When the oldes tree in the land to… Was a tender little seedling - Na… This climbing habit was old, so ol…

‘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

Once on a time a general whose nam… To the present generation as a nam… Once on a time this general - I t… This happened years and years ago,… This general once stood before his…

Smith is a very stupid man; He lives next door to me; He has no settled scheme or plan Of domesticity. He does not own a gramophone,

Ah, prithee friend, if thou has ou… Of love and kind regard for me Tell not you bore the stories drol… That yesternight I told to thee. Nor tell him stories of thine own,

‘Eroes? Orright. You ’ave it ‘ow… Throw up yer little ’at an’ come t… But not too much ‘Three-’Earty-C… There’s other things that 'e’ll be… The boys won’t 'ave them kid-stake…

Brother, who on some near morrow Makes a pledge conceived in sorrow Makes a New Year resolution Seeking plenary ablution. Makes a vow to cease from sinning

From Camoweal to Windywoe, from… We’ll drag the line around the map… Scross the desert, to the swamp, a… ‘Our ’ Sacred Rights must be pres… One night, while others were abed,

Once have we bashed him on the hea… Twice have we stabbed him deep; Thrice have we left him there for… And yet he will not sleep; But rise up from out his grave

Little Miss Muffet Sat at a buffet Willing the time away. When there came a big cider And sat down beside her . . .

We have heard it. Oft we heard i… In whatever fields we practise, ar… Ever praise for the performance, s… From who would extol the action ye… Thus, in painting, think how often…