Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

241. Over The Fence 9/3/2012
242. The Straight Griffin 9/3/2012
243. The Knight's Return 9/3/2012
244. Out West 9/3/2012
245. War 9/3/2012
246. The Push 9/3/2012
247. In Spadger's Lane 9/3/2012
248. The Stoush O' Day 9/3/2012
249. The Game 9/3/2012
250. Rabbits 9/3/2012
251. Ogs 9/3/2012
252. Possum 9/3/2012
253. The Growth Of Sym 9/3/2012
254. 'Paw' 9/3/2012
255. The End Of Joi 9/3/2012
256. The Vision 9/3/2012
257. Sym, Son Of Joy 9/3/2012
258. Jim 9/3/2012
259. The Seer 9/3/2012
260. The Rhymes Of Sym 9/3/2012
261. The Faltering Knight 9/3/2012
262. Listeners Luck 9/3/2012
263. The Swanks Of Gosh 9/3/2012
264. The Glug Quest 9/3/2012
265. The Stones Of Gosh 9/3/2012
266. Joi, The Glug 9/3/2012
267. Narcissus 9/3/2012
268. Spike Wegg 9/3/2012
269. The Little Homes 9/3/2012
270. In Time 9/4/2012
271. The Bar-Room Patriot 9/4/2012
272. The Heart Of The Dove 9/4/2012
273. Hitched 9/4/2012
274. Mar 9/4/2012
275. Uncle Jim 9/4/2012
276. The Stror 'At Coot 9/4/2012
277. The Kid 9/4/2012
278. The Siren 9/4/2012
279. The Boon Of Discontent 9/4/2012
280. Hymn Of Futility 9/4/2012

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

A Change Of Air

Now, a man in Oodnadatta
He grew fat, and he grew fatter,
Though he hardly had a thing to eat for dinner;
While a man in Booboorowie
Often sat and wondered how he
Could prevent himself from growing any thinner.

So the man from Oodnadatta
He came down to Booboorowie,
Where he rapidly grew flatter;
And the folk will tell you how he
Urged the man from Booboorowie
To go up to Oodnadatta -
Where he lived awhile, and now he
Is considerably fatter.

Read the full of A Change Of Air

Our Cow

Down by the slipralls stands our cow
Chewing, chewing, chewing,
She does not care what folks out there
In the great, big world are doing.
She sees the small cloud-shadows pass
And green grass shining under.
If she does think, what does she think
About it all, I wonder?