Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

201. Illuminations 8/31/2012
202. The Yellow Robin 8/31/2012
203. The Ground Thrush 8/31/2012
204. Termarter Sorce 8/31/2012
205. The Also-Ran 8/31/2012
206. Nocturne 8/31/2012
207. 'Stone The Crows' 8/31/2012
208. Redivivus 9/1/2012
209. Rose 9/1/2012
210. Lines Written In Hospital 9/1/2012
211. The Broken Sanctuary 9/1/2012
212. Pilot Cove 9/1/2012
213. Little Miss Muffet 9/1/2012
214. The Modern Cherub 9/1/2012
215. The Bolshie Nurse 9/1/2012
216. The Wonders Of The One Pound Note 9/1/2012
217. Riding Song 9/1/2012
218. The Teacher 9/1/2012
219. The Little Red Dog 9/1/2012
220. Laura Days 9/1/2012
221. The Pieman 9/1/2012
222. The Sailor 9/1/2012
223. The Barber 9/1/2012
224. I Wonder 9/1/2012
225. The Porter 9/1/2012
226. Ingavar 9/1/2012
227. Mutton 9/1/2012
228. To The Memory Of Claude Marquet 9/1/2012
229. Playtime 9/1/2012
230. The Wooer 9/1/2012
231. Old Bob Blair 9/1/2012
232. Swingin' Douglas 9/1/2012
233. Mugga Mugga 9/1/2012
234. Murray's Ride 9/1/2012
235. Sawin' Wood 9/3/2012
236. Vi'Lits 9/3/2012
237. Preface: Old Gosh Rhyme 9/3/2012
238. Introduction To Ginger Mick 9/3/2012
239. Over The Fence 9/3/2012
240. The Straight Griffin 9/3/2012

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

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!

Wooloomooloo (A Riddle)

Here's a ridiculous riddle for you:
How many o's are there in Woolloomooloo?
Two for the W, two for the m,
Four for the l's, and that's plenty for them.

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