Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

(7 September 1876 - 22 June 1938 / Auburn, South Australia)

Yule Fever (With Apologies To The King's Minstrel) - Poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

I must go down to the shops again, to the crowded shops go I
And all I have is a long list of the gifts that I must buy,
And a few bob in the old kick and a mere spot of credit;
For he'll trust me, so the boss said, but I hate the way he said it.

I must go down to the shops again, for the call of Christmastide
Is a stern call and a hard call that may not be denied.
And all I ask is a fair choice at reasonable prices
And a hard heart for bland blokes with blandishing devices.

I must go down to the shops again. There's gifts for Mum and Dad
And Jim's gift and Joe's gift and toy for Peter's lad.
Then all I want are gloves for Clare? And June? I'll send her roses,
And - who's next? The list says - I've lost it! Holy Moses!

But I must go down to the shops again, to the shops and the milling crowd
On a hot day and a fierce day when the skies know ne'er a cloud;
And all I ask is a fair spin 'mid the masses overheating
And the loud bawl of the bored babe, and the toy drums beating.

I must go down to the shops again, for I would be counted still
With the kind ./.. of the free hand in this season of goodwill;
And all I ask is a stout heart to carry on undaunted
While we scour town for the salt-pot that we know Aunt Annie wanted.

I must go down to the shops again, for they'll ply me, sure as fate
With the pink tie and the puce sock, and I must reciprocate.
But all I ask is a long seat when the weary trek is finished
And enough left for the Yule feast ere the bank-roll be dimished.


Comments about Yule Fever (With Apologies To The King's Minstrel) by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

  • Fabrizio Frosini (12/13/2015 3:09:00 PM)


    I must go down to the shops again, to the crowded shops go I
    And all I have is a long list of the gifts that I must buy,
    And a few bob in the old kick and a mere spot of credit;
    For he'll trust me, so the boss said, but I hate the way he said it.

    -ITALIAN:

    Devo andare di nuovo per negozi, nei negozi affollati devo andare
    E tutto quel che ho è una lunga lista di regali da comprare,
    E qualche soldo nel portafogli e giusto un goccio di credito;
    Perché lui si fida di me, così mi ha detto il capo, ma odio come me lo ha detto.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 31, 2012



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