Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

161. The I'D Like To Be........ Series 1/1/2004
162. The Hymn 9/5/2012
163. The Hundredth Year 8/30/2012
164. The Hulk 9/4/2012
165. The Homeward Track 9/6/2012
166. The Holy Constitution 9/5/2012
167. The Hoary Precedent 9/4/2012
168. The High Priest 9/6/2012
169. The Hidden City 8/30/2012
170. The Heritage Of Ease 8/31/2012
171. The Heart Of The Dove 9/4/2012
172. The Handicap 8/29/2012
173. The Hacking Song 8/30/2012
174. The Growth Of Sym 9/3/2012
175. The Ground Thrush 8/31/2012
176. The Griefs Of Ancient Gosh 8/29/2012
177. The Grey Goshawk 8/30/2012
178. The Grey Fantail 8/30/2012
179. The Great God Guff 9/4/2012
180. The Goldfinch 8/30/2012
181. The Golden Whistler 8/30/2012
182. The Golden Age 8/31/2012
183. The Glug Quest 9/3/2012
184. The Gloomy Victorian 8/30/2012
185. The Germ Chaser 8/28/2012
186. The Genesis Of Gloom [australian Variety] 8/31/2012
187. The Game 9/3/2012
188. The Freetrade Rabbit Pie 9/4/2012
189. The Fowl 9/6/2012
190. The Fortunes Of Grandison Lee 9/4/2012
191. The Fool And The Fire 8/31/2012
192. The Fate Of A Harpist 8/30/2012
193. The Farmer's Lament 8/30/2012
194. The Famine And The Feast 1/1/2004
195. The Faltering Knight 9/3/2012
196. The Fall Of Fitzmickle 8/30/2012
197. The Faithless Fantods 9/5/2012
198. The Faith Of Old George Jones [2] 8/30/2012
199. The Faith Of Old George Jones 8/29/2012
200. The Expert And The Apricot 8/31/2012
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;...

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Wooloomooloo (A Riddle)

Here's a ridiculous riddle for you:
How many o's are there in Woolloomooloo?
Two for the W, two for the m,
Four for the l's, and that's plenty for them.

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