Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

[C. J. Dennis] (7 September 1876 - 22 June 1938 / Auburn, South Australia)

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

361. Omeo 8/30/2012
362. The Incorrigible 8/30/2012
363. The Automatic Umpire 8/28/2012
364. Mateship 8/28/2012
365. The Rose And The Bee 8/28/2012
366. The Spoilers 8/28/2012
367. Old Town Types No. 18 8/29/2012
368. Old Jim Shore 8/30/2012
369. Old Pete Parraday 8/30/2012
370. Old Town Types No. 16 - Mr Tank 8/29/2012
371. Old Town Types No. 15 - Mrs Felix Donnett 8/29/2012
372. Landlubbers 8/29/2012
373. The Elusive New Zoo Gnu 8/28/2012
374. Washing Day 3/21/2012
375. The Grey Goshawk 8/30/2012
376. My Scenario 8/31/2012
377. To The Boys Who Took The Count 9/3/2012
378. The Singing Soldiers 9/3/2012
379. Logic And Spotted Dog 9/3/2012
380. The Battle Of The Wazzir 9/3/2012
381. The Logic Of Anti-Sosh 9/5/2012
382. The Hulk 9/4/2012
383. The Hacking Song 8/30/2012
384. The Bronze-Wing Pigeon 8/30/2012
385. In The Doldrums 9/1/2012
386. The Postman 9/1/2012
387. The Roads' End 8/28/2012
388. The Homeward Track 9/6/2012
389. More For The Money 8/29/2012
390. The Sentimental Bloke 3/21/2012
391. The Call Of Stoush 3/21/2012
392. Confidential Canberra 8/28/2012
393. The Intro 3/21/2012
394. When So Dispoged 8/28/2012
395. Coquette 8/29/2012
396. Conducted Tour 8/29/2012
397. City Of Dreams 8/29/2012
398. Country Towns - Portland 8/29/2012
399. Christmas Scene 8/29/2012
400. Cherry 8/29/2012
Best Poem of Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Hist!

Hist! . . . . . . Hark!
The night is very dark,
And we've to go a mile or so
Across the Possum Park.

Step . . . . . . light,
Keeping to the right;
If we delay, and lose our way,
We'll be out half the night.
The clouds are low and gloomy. Oh!
It's just begun to mist!
We haven't any overcoats
And - Hist! . . . . . . Hist!

(Mo . . . . . . poke!)
Who was that that spoke?
This is not a fitting spot
To make a silly joke.

Dear . . . . . . me!
A mopoke in a tree!
It jarred me so, I didn't know
Whatever it could be.
But come along;...

Read the full of Hist!

Old Farmer Jack

Old farmer Jack gazed on his wheat,
And feared the frost would nip it.
Said he, "it's nearly seven feet -
I must begin to strip 'it.

He stripped it with a stripper and
He bagged it with a bagger;
The bags were all so lumpy that
They made the bumper stagger.

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