"You can talk about yer sheep dorgs," said the man from Allan's Creek, "But I know a dorg that simply knocked 'em bandy!— Do whatever you would show him, and you'd hardly need to speak; Owned by Daley, drover cove in Jackandandy. "We was talkin' in the parlour, me and Daley, quiet like, When a blow-fly starts a-buzzin' round the ceilin', Up gets Daley, and he says to me, 'You wait a minute, Mike, And I'll show you what a dorg he is at heelin'.' "And an empty pickle-bottle was a-standin' on the shelf, Daley takes it down and puts it on the table, And he bets me drinks that blinded dorg would do it by himself— And I didn't think as how as he was able! "Well, he shows the dorg the bottle, and he points up to the fly, And he shuts the door, and says to him—'Now Wattle!' And in less than fifteen seconds, spare me days, it ain't a lie, That there dorg had got that inseck in the bottle." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ADDRESS TO A CHILD DURING A BOISTEROUS WINTER EVENING by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH FABLE: 16 by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT THE HAYMAKER'S SONG by ALFRED AUSTIN TO MRS. FRANCES-ARABELLA KELLY by MARY BARBER THE MESSAGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON A PRESSED FLOWER IN MY CPOY OF KEATS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |