Vonda Stanley's collection of early Australian bush poems


‘Ough’  A Fonetic Fansy


The baker man was kneading dough

And whistling softly sweet and lough.

Yet ever and anon he’d cough

As though his head was 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 always 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!

 (W T Goodge  (The Colonel)

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