Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

161. Country Roads ~ White Horse Road 8/31/2012
162. Country Towns - Boort 8/29/2012
163. Country Towns - Portland 8/29/2012
164. Cow 9/6/2012
165. Culture And Cops 9/3/2012
166. Cup Couplets 8/30/2012
167. Cuppacumalonga 1/1/2004
168. Dad 9/6/2012
169. Dad On The Test 8/28/2012
170. Dad's Philanthropic Plan 9/5/2012
171. Dandenong 8/30/2012
172. Dargo 8/30/2012
173. Dawn 8/31/2012
174. Definitions 8/28/2012
175. Digger Smith 3/21/2012
176. Dinner And Dinty 8/30/2012
177. Discerning Mr. Murphy 9/6/2012
178. Disputed Boundaries 8/29/2012
179. Distrust Appearances 8/30/2012
180. Dogs 9/1/2012
181. Doreen 9/5/2012
182. Down, But Not Out 8/29/2012
183. Drapers Dummies 8/30/2012
184. Duck An' Fowl 9/3/2012
185. Dummy Bridge 9/1/2012
186. Dusk 3/21/2012
187. Dust 9/1/2012
188. Early Morning Tea 8/29/2012
189. Earth's Oldest Show 8/29/2012
190. 'Eats' 8/31/2012
191. Echoes 9/4/2012
192. Echuca 8/29/2012
193. Election Aftermath 8/30/2012
194. Emily Ann 9/3/2012
195. Ep - And - Ein 8/30/2012
196. Erb 8/31/2012
197. Escape 8/31/2012
198. Ethics For Infants 8/30/2012
199. Farewell Cable Tram 8/29/2012
200. 'Fathercraft' 8/30/2012
Best Poem of Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

An Echo From Africa

Da ruction happen by Nicko's place
Las' week, in da deada da night.
Da copper he very near cop da case
Accounta da fish-shop fight
In da great beeg international way
Dat wrecka da oyster bar.
Now Nicko he grinda da tooth an' say,
'Da white-a man rule, by gar!'

Sammo, da slush, wit' da dark-tan face,
Scale an' clean-a fish
Long time he toila by Nicko's place,
Washa da dirty dish.
But Nicko he say, 'Da t'ings get slow;
Dis war make da beezness slack.
Dat Sammo, da slush, he have to go.'
So Nicko he sacka da black.

Las-a night, when Sammo ...

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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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