#Australians
I ‘ave written Mick a letter in r… Where ‘e arsts ’ow things is goin’… So I tries to buck 'im up a bit;… An’ I ain’t no nob at litrachure;… I suppose you fellers dream, Mick…
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…
Me photer’s in the papers! ‘Oly… A ’ero, I’ve been called in big,… I 'ad idears the time was close on… Fer some applorse To come my way, on top uv all me b…
In the old town traditions - as gr… One epic tale immortalises Lah-di… Clerk to a local wheat-buyer in th… Some deemed him just a ‘masher,’ b… With his waxed moustache, his mono…
Why, certainly. Let’s listen to… Oh, I’m quite keen. Test match,… At... What’s that? Oh, Australi… South Africa - a most intriguing… Yes, I was there in– nineteen– le…
Mr Woolin-Wister was assistant at… He had an air of breeding, and the… Were very, very natty and exceedin… For every single day he was habitu… In the very latest fashion; and he…
Brothers; even those of you who ar… Sometimes, I doubt not, let your… When mother tucked you into your l… After your little prayers were sai… And, having said goodnight,
‘I wash me ’ands uv ‘im,’ I tells… ’You women can do wot yeh dash wel… I leave this ‘arf a man to ’is own… I’ve done me bit, an’ now I’m gon… Do wot yeh please; but don’t arsk…
The success of the Scout movement… Great and important people, these Important far beyond our ken Who mark with adult sophistries Their serious air of sober men,
“Who are these blokes with bulging… I see all o’er the shop?” The layman asked. “Them’s scient… Replied the courteous cop. “They are the country’s biggest br…
The veil was rent, and mundane Ti… And I beheld the End of Things.… Pronounced on all the World that… Rank upon rank before the Throne… And every man since Time began by…
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…
’Tis morn. An individualistic cock Proclaims the fact. The dissipated cat sneaks home for… ’Tis time to get up and act!
Little Tommy Tadpole began to wee… For little Tommy Tadpole had lost… And his mother didn’t know him as… For he wasn’t Tommy Tadpole, but…
There’s a moral in this: tho’ I o… Of moral and maxim in season and o… Grows stale; yet these days of dep… Demand any means to put worry to r… So in that menagerie now populated