Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

81. Arch Criminal 8/29/2012
82. Armistice Day 1933 8/30/2012
83. Armistice: To His Dead Cobber From The Sentimental Bloke 8/31/2012
84. Art Is Long - Hair Is Shorter 8/30/2012
85. As Between Pensioners 8/29/2012
86. As Old George Said 8/29/2012
87. Asking Too Much 9/4/2012
88. Aunt Evangeline Approves 8/29/2012
89. Autumn Interlude 8/28/2012
90. Autumn Song 8/28/2012
91. 'Ave A 'Eart! 9/3/2012
92. Averted Violence 9/5/2012
93. Bacchus Marsh 8/29/2012
94. Ballad Of Bopard Defied 8/29/2012
95. Ballad Of Captious Critics 8/29/2012
96. Ballad Of Lieges 8/30/2012
97. Ballarat 8/30/2012
98. Barley Grass 9/6/2012
99. Beauty's Blemish 8/31/2012
100. Beef Tea 9/3/2012
101. Before The War 9/3/2012
102. Benalla 8/30/2012
103. Bendigo 8/30/2012
104. Bert 9/6/2012
105. Bill 9/4/2012
106. 'Billy' 8/31/2012
107. Billy's Policeman 8/30/2012
108. Bird - Seed 8/29/2012
109. Bird Song 1/1/2004
110. Bird Song - Crow 9/1/2012
111. Bird Song - Kookaburra 9/1/2012
112. Birds, Batsmen And Bowlers 8/29/2012
113. Birthday Honours 8/30/2012
114. Black And White 8/31/2012
115. Black Saturday 8/30/2012
116. Black-Out 8/31/2012
117. Blokes 8/31/2012
118. Bobbie 8/30/2012
119. 'Bobbie' For Brotherhood 8/28/2012
120. Bonds 9/5/2012
Best Poem of Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Hist!

Hist! . . . . . . Hark!
The night is very dark,
And we've to go a mile or so
Across the Possum Park.

Step . . . . . . light,
Keeping to the right;
If we delay, and lose our way,
We'll be out half the night.
The clouds are low and gloomy. Oh!
It's just begun to mist!
We haven't any overcoats
And - Hist! . . . . . . Hist!

(Mo . . . . . . poke!)
Who was that that spoke?
This is not a fitting spot
To make a silly joke.

Dear . . . . . . me!
A mopoke in a tree!
It jarred me so, I didn't know
Whatever it could be.
But come along;...

Read the full of Hist!

Old Farmer Jack

Old farmer Jack gazed on his wheat,
And feared the frost would nip it.
Said he, "it's nearly seven feet -
I must begin to strip 'it.

He stripped it with a stripper and
He bagged it with a bagger;
The bags were all so lumpy that
They made the bumper stagger.

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