William Thomas Goodge
William Thomas Goodge Poems
|1.||Daley's Dorg 'Wattle'||1/1/2004|
|2.||How We Drove The Trotter||1/1/2004|
|3.||The M'Camley Mixture||1/1/2004|
|4.||A Matter Of Knack||1/1/2004|
|5.||The Guile Of Dad M'Ginnis||1/1/2004|
|8.||Two Men And A Maid||5/8/2011|
|9.||The Melodiuos Bullocky||1/1/2004|
|10.||The Shearer's Cook||1/1/2004|
|13.||The Great Australian Adjective||1/1/2004|
|14.||The Australian Slanguage||1/1/2004|
|15.||A Snake Yarn||1/1/2004|
|16.||A Bad Break||1/1/2004|
|17.||Ough''A Phonetic Fantasy||1/1/2004|
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Ough''A Phonetic Fantasy
The baker-man was kneading dough
And whistling softly, sweet and lough.
Yet ever and anon he'd cough
As though his head were coming ough!
"My word!" said he," but this is rough:
This flour is simply awful stough!"
He punched and thumped it through and through,
As all good bakers dough!
" I'd sooner drive," said he " a plough
Than be a baker anyhough!"
Thus spake the baker kneading dough;
But don't let on I told you sough!
A Snake Yarn
"You talk of snakes," said Jack the Rat,
"But blow me, one hot summer,
I seen a thing that knocked me flat -
Fourteen foot long or more than that,
It was a reg'lar hummer!
Lay right along a sort of bog,
Just like a log!
"The ugly thing was lyin' there