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I happened in Gosh on an ancient… In the land of Glugs far, far awa… Where the skies are green and the… And the citizens rarely troubl’d t… Each had a vote; they were proud o…

There’s a little spark and a wisp… By the road where the tall gums ar… And a mile away a care-free bloke Speeds onward in his car. No thought of evil mars his day,

Son of our King: When yoemen sail… From Britain to expand her sway, The coward from High venture quai… The weakling sank beside the way. None save the strong in that far d…

1. ANTE-ELECTIONS Now, a cove the name of Blabb, a… He’s a haughty sort o’ high pan-ja… An’ he holds a very dignified posi… As the member for the districk whe…

There’s been fierce argument of la… In my vicinitee, Between the Commonwealth and Stat… For I fell out with me. I am a sturdy Federalist,

‘E’s a tough ole salt, With a 'ide well tanned, An’ it ain’t 'is fault If the craft is manned With a motley sort er crew.

They must not talk....That strong… The male of homo sapiens, bears th… With calm aplomb. Speech is a tr… In any sport conducted by mere man… Thus, when our flannelled Knights…

The pale young man he comes to me, An’ chats me good an’ fair; ‘The langwidge that you use,’ ses… ‘Pollutes the good, clean air. Why don’t yeh chuck sich silly rot…

‘Now, be the Hokey Fly!’ sez Pet… ‘Suppose ’e comes ‘ome with a wood… Suppose ’e isn’t fit to darnce at… Then, ain’t we 'asty fixin’ up thi… A little tournament at Bridge is…

When you’re muffled to the chin an… You wear flannel next the skin and ‘Spite of all, the frost creeps in… Gets you, Winter’s nearly due; And, in snuffling citizens, a

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…

Grey thrush was in the wattle tree… He says in his allurin’ way; an’… That does me nicely for a start; b… But then the Jacks take up the so… The thrush was in the wattle tree,…

By gar! I tell-a you, t’ings don’… Since da war he come wit’ a rush, When Nicko, da boss at da fry-fis… He sack-a Black Sam, da slush. I tella you how Nick t’row Sam ou…

Women is strange. You take my ti… I know enough to know I’ll never… The 'uman female mind, or wot su’p… They 'as in store to bring yer boa… They keep yeh guessin’ wot they’re…