William Thomas Goodge
William Thomas Goodge Poems
|1.||The Shearer's Cook||1/1/2004|
|2.||Daley's Dorg 'Wattle'||1/1/2004|
|3.||How We Drove The Trotter||1/1/2004|
|4.||The M'Camley Mixture||1/1/2004|
|5.||A Matter Of Knack||1/1/2004|
|6.||Two Men And A Maid||5/8/2011|
|9.||The Guile Of Dad M'Ginnis||1/1/2004|
|10.||The Melodiuos Bullocky||1/1/2004|
|13.||The Great Australian Adjective||1/1/2004|
|14.||The Australian Slanguage||1/1/2004|
|15.||A Bad Break||1/1/2004|
|16.||Ough''A Phonetic Fantasy||1/1/2004|
|17.||A Snake Yarn||1/1/2004|
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
And not a sign o' movin',
Give any man a nasty scare;
Seen nothin' like it anywhere
Since I first started drovin'.
And yet it didn't scare my dog.
Looked like a log!
"I had to cross that bog, yer see,
And bluey I was humpin';
But wonderin' what that thing could ...
The Shearer's Cook
Now, shearers' cooks, as shearers know,
Are very seldom wont to blow;
But when I took to dabbing tar
And "picking-up" on Blaringar,
The cook, when "barbers" came at morn
To get a snack, would say, with scorn:
"Tea on the left,
Coffee on the right,
Brownie on the bunk, and blast yez!"