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 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!
Now Pat Ahearne, of Ingleburn
Upon the Castlereagh,
Was flush of cash and very "flash"
As shearer-persons say.
At Yankee grab his luck was cool,
At loo he'd lately scooped the pool;
He'd simply smashed the two-up school -
[Assisted by a "grey!"]