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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408338" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jim the Splitter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bard who is singing of Wollombi Jim<br>Is hardly just now in the requisite trim<br>To sit on his Pegasus fairly;<br>Besides, he is bluntly informed by the Muse<br>That Jim is a subject no singer should choose;<br>For Jim is poetical rarely.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But being full up of the myths that are Greek -<br>Of the classic, and noble, and nude, and antique,<br>Which means not a rag but the pelt on;<br>This poet intends to give Daphne the slip,<br>For the sake of a hero in moleskin and kip,<br>With a jumper and snake-buckle belt on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No party is Jim of the Pericles type:<br>He is modern right up from the toe to the pipe;<br>And being no reader or roamer,<br>He hasn't Euripides much in the head;<br>And let it be carefully, tenderly said,<br>He never has analysed Homer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He can roar out a song of the twopenny kind;<br>But, knowing the beggar so well, I'm inclined<br>To believe that a 'par' about Kelly,<br>The rascal who skulked under shadow of curse,<br>Is more in his line than the happiest verse<br>On the glittering pages of Shelley.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You mustn't, however, adjudge him in haste,<br>Because a red robber is more to his taste<br>Than Ruskin, Rossetti, or Dante!<br>You see, he was bred in a bangalow wood,<br>And bangalow pith was the principal food<br>His mother served out in her shanty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His knowledge is this - he can tell in the dark<br>What timber will split by the feel of the bark;<br>And rough as his manner of speech is,<br>His wits to the fore he can readily bring<br>In passing off ash as the genuine thing<br>When scarce in the forest the beech is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In 'girthing' a tree that he sells 'in the round',<br>He assumes, as a rule, that the body is sound,<br>And measures, forgetting to bark it!<br>He may be a ninny, but still the old dog<br>Can plug to perfection the pipe of a log<br>And 'palm it' away on the market.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He splits a fair shingle, but holds to the rule<br>Of his father's, and, haply, his grandfather's school;<br>Which means that he never has blundered,<br>When tying his shingles, by slinging in more<br>Than the recognized number of ninety and four<br>To the bundle he sells for a hundred!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When asked by the market for ironbark red,<br>It always occurs to the Wollombi head<br>To do a 'mahogany' swindle.<br>In forests where never the ironbark grew,<br>When Jim is at work, it would flabbergast you<br>To see how the 'ironbarks' dwindle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He can stick to the saddle, can Wollombi Jim,<br>And when a buckjumper dispenses with him,<br>The leather goes off with the rider.<br>And, as to a team, over gully and hill<br>He can travel with twelve on the breadth of a quill<br>And boss the unlucky 'offsider'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shines at his best at the tiller of saw,<br>On the top of the pit, where his whisper is law<br>To the gentleman working below him.<br>When the pair of them pause in a circle of dust,<br>Like a monarch he poses exalted, august -<br>There's nothing this planet can show him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a man is a man who can 'sharpen' and 'set',<br>And he is the only thing masculine yet<br>According to sawyer and splitter -<br>Or rather according to Wollombi Jim;<br>And nothing will tempt me to differ from him,<br>For Jim is a bit of a hitter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, being full up, we'll allow him to rip,<br>Along with his lingo, his saw, and his whip -<br>He isn't the classical 'notion'.<br>And, after a night in his 'humpy', you see,<br>A person of orthodox habits would be<br>Refreshed by a dip in the ocean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To tot him right up from the heel to the head,<br>He isn't the Grecian of whom we have read -<br>His face is a trifle too shady.<br>The nymph in green valleys of Thessaly dim<br>Would never 'jack up' her old lover for him,<br>For she has the tastes of a lady.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So much for our hero! A statuesque foot<br>Would suffer by wearing that heavy-nailed boot:<br>Its owner is hardly Achilles.<br>However, he's happy! He cuts a great 'fig' -<br>In the land where a coat is no part of the 'rig' -<br>In the country of damper and 'billies'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q>
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Is hardly just now in the requisite trim
To sit on his Pegasus fairly;
Besides, he is bluntly informed by the Muse
That Jim is a subject no singer should choose;
For Jim is poetical rarely.

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