Oh, we might have a marvellous cit… Were we only less keen on cash Less avid for things - more’s the… That fade and are gone in a flash, A city where duffers in my line

My dear ladies - that is to say, t… Most of you, no doubt, have felt i… Round and about a ballroom, claspe… There comes a period in the lives… Is it not so? Then dance, dear l…

Mr. Pericles, M.P., In four-sixty-nine B.C., Outed Cimon at a general election… Premier Cimon, thuswise ex-ed, Was quite naturally vexed,

Have you heard the magniloquent, e… The yogi of Yarra, whose silvery… In days of his promise won many vo… When loud in the land was the prai… And he magnetised all with his vig…

I’ad the money in me 'and! Fair dinkum! Right there, by the… I tole me wife at breakfus’ time, Straight out: ‘Trivalve,’ I sez ‘… Trivalve,’ I sez. An’, all the w…

They must not talk....That strong… The male of homo sapiens, bears th… With calm aplomb. Speech is a tr… In any sport conducted by mere man… Thus, when our flannelled Knights…

In the everlasting summer, when th… and the asphalt of the footpath cu… When you’re creased and crabbed an… And the persperation’s drippin’ in… There’s a penetratin’ odor gets ab…

O, Cohen, hear our song of sentim… Withdraw thy sordid thoughts from… And, for, the sake of Empire, gen… Lend us a million quid. If England’s great Financial Hou…

O man with a Position, prithee te… How is’t you mould your sal’ried l… Holding in lofty scorn that lowly… Of 'Blokes’ who earn mere 'wages’… Knights of Suburbia, whose only c…

When Summer comes To silence the retreating drums Of stubborn Winter, when content Shall salve my chill predicament. And I shall loll beneath the sun

In the old town traditions - as gr… One epic tale immortalises Lah-di… Clerk to a local wheat-buyer in th… Some deemed him just a ‘masher,’ b… With his waxed moustache, his mono…

There’s been fierce argument of la… In my vicinitee, Between the Commonwealth and Stat… For I fell out with me. I am a sturdy Federalist,

Gimme the town an’ its clamour an’… I ain’t very fond of the bush; For my cobbers are coves of the ga… A tough metropolitan push. I ain’t never too keen on the coun…

Do you know Fred? Now there’s a… These days when politics are in th… An’ argument is bargin’ to an’ fro Without a feller gittin’ anywhere. Fred never argues; he’s too shrewd…

I dance upon the wash-house roof, And fill my hair with straws, And from my fellows keep aloof. I’ll tell you why. because The glare in every eye I see,