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.||A Snake Yarn||1/1/2004|
|17.||Ough''A Phonetic Fantasy||1/1/2004|
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!
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!"