Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

161. Politics For Tots: Lesson 2~ &Quot;The Party&Quot; 8/31/2012
162. 'Jim Of Maribyrnong' 8/31/2012
163. 'John T' 8/31/2012
164. It's No Joke To One Bloke 8/31/2012
165. 'Ksmith' 8/31/2012
166. 'Jim' 8/31/2012
167. The Golden Age 8/31/2012
168. 'Jack' 8/31/2012
169. The Way Out 8/31/2012
170. 'Musterin' 8/31/2012
171. 'The Lone Wolf Of Canberra' 8/31/2012
172. 'Ned' 8/31/2012
173. The Lips Of Ages 8/31/2012
174. Hope 8/31/2012
175. Kilmore 8/31/2012
176. The Expert And The Apricot 8/31/2012
177. The Drama 8/31/2012
178. January 2nd 8/31/2012
179. The Kid Around The Corner 8/31/2012
180. Melba 8/31/2012
181. The Lean, Brown Man 8/31/2012
182. The Incubus 8/31/2012
183. The Barber's Story 8/31/2012
184. Mother's Day 8/31/2012
185. Monday Morning 8/31/2012
186. 'Me, A Sinner' 8/31/2012
187. The Old Shanty 8/31/2012
188. The Genesis Of Gloom [australian Variety] 8/31/2012
189. Modern Hygiene 8/31/2012
190. The Alcoholic Albatross 8/31/2012
191. Inevitable 8/31/2012
192. The Lack 8/31/2012
193. The Alternative - 1927 8/31/2012
194. Jove's Opportunity 8/31/2012
195. Lay Of Last Monkey 8/31/2012
196. Inured 8/31/2012
197. Illuminations 8/31/2012
198. The Yellow Robin 8/31/2012
199. The Ground Thrush 8/31/2012
200. Termarter Sorce 8/31/2012

Comments about Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

  • Amelia Bright (4/1/2008 3:49:00 AM)

    the reson i have looked this poem up is we are lerning it at bribie island state school it is a good poem for kids my techer learnt it 50 years ago.

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Best Poem of Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Growing Up

Little Tommy Tadpole began to weep and wail,
For little Tommy Tadpole had lost his little tail;
And his mother didn't know him as he wept upon a log,
For he wasn't Tommy Tadpole, but Mr. Thomas Frog.

Read the full of Growing Up

The Long Road Home

When I go back from Billy's place I always have to roam
The mazy road, the crazy road that leads the long way home.
Ma always says, "Why don't you come through Mr Donkin's land?
The footbridge track will bring you back." Ma doesn't understand.
I cannot go that way, you know, because of Donkin's dog;
So I set forth and travel north,, and cross the fallen log.

Last week, when I was coming by, that log had lizards in it;
And you can't say I stop to play if I just search a minute.

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