The Wobble
Now the Wobble went out on the roaring tide,
With a dry dog trotting along by its side;
Went over the sea - and I vow right here
That the Wobble went out with its views as clear
As ever the views of a Wobble could be;
And the Wobble went out and over the sea.
Went over the sea for to represent
The folk of our island continent;
Went over to England where dukes and lords,
And princes, and barons, and earls in hordes,
And bankers, and boodlers, and scores of Jews
Were burning to hear of Australia's views.
0, the Wobble went over to advertise
(For it was a Wobble of goodly size)
The things that we grow and the things that we breed
Our eggs and our bacon and butter and seed,
The health of our air and the worth of our earth
(For it was a Wobble of generous girth)
And it's quite a true saying, as ev'ryone knows,
A Wobble's a Wobble wherever it goes.
The Wobble went forth from its native land,
And when they espied it adrift on the Strand
All the American tourists laff't:
'Why, if that ain't the double of our old TAFT!'
And when it appeared later on in The Row,
All the duchiest duchesses viewed the show,
And they said: 'There is nothing can advertise
A country so well as a Wobble of size.'
And they asked it along for a feed and a swill,
And a talk after dinner, as Englishmen will,
And there's nothing on earth like a gabble and gobble
Appeals to a healthy and well-bred Wobble.
And when it arose at the festive board
The barons and aldermen loudly roared.
With the dukes and the generals, 'That's the bloke!
That's the famous and only Australian Joke!
'It's the Globular Jest with the Monocled Eye
That makes the Australians 1augh till they cry
The bankers and boodlers and Park Lane Jews
Wept great, glad teara in the jellies and stews;
The Lord High Chancellor spllt his vest,
While the baronets, admirals, peers and the rest
Agreed with the bishops and Irish M.P.'s
That no funnier Wobble came over the seas.
The Wobble gazed solemnly round the board,
While England's nobility shouted and roared
But it didn't enlarge on the things that we grow
Or the things that we breed or we dig, 0 no;
But it struck a delightfully humorous note
As it dealt with the things we, at intervals, float.
And it gravely declared that, as ev'ryone knows,
A feller's far better without any clothes.
'For a man,' said the Wobble, 'that uses his cash
For his personal needs is exceedingly rash.
He should gather his money and bury it in
A bit of old bagging or kerosene tin
At the end of the garden, then hasten to pop
His garments and things at his relative's shop.
He should hurry to Uncle and cheerfully float
A loan on his boots and his hat and his coat.
'And when you have blewed all that little advance
Don't dig up your money - not by any chance;
But pawn your etceteras, weskit and socks,
And the spare shirt and collars you keep on the box;
For it's better for Uncle and better for you,
And better by far for the little ones too.
And the whole darn family's more content
When the wardrobe is soaking at four per cent.'
O, every baton and duke and lord
He clung to the table and shrieked and roared;
And the Lord Chief Justice was heard to declare
That a Wobble so droll was exceedingly rare;
And all the financiers, COHEN and MOSES,
Laughed till the tears trickled over their noses;
And ev'ryone shouted, with hearty 'Ho, ho's,'
'Just fancy a Wobble without any clothes!'
The Baron of Bath threw a fit, and his Grace
The Bishop of Brixton went black to the face.
And I put it to you, as a man to a man:
Do you honestly think that Australia can
Ever hope to be blessed with another such prize
As a humorous Wobble to advertise?
For it's quite a true saying, as ev'ryone knows,
A Wobble's a Wobble wherever it goes.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Wobble And Ball
Wobble and ball.
Wobble and ball baby.
Do the Wobble.
Do the Ball.
Do the Ball.
Do the Wobble.
Boogaloo,
down Broadway baby.
Do the Boogaloo
all 'round Broadway baby.
Do the Ball.
Baby.
All 'round Broadway baby.
Do the Ball.
Do the Ball baby.
All over Broadway baby.
(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The Wobble
Do the wobble baby.
Do the wobble.
Do the wobble.
Do the wobble baby.
Do the wobble baby.
Do the wobble baby.
Come on baby,
Do the wobble.
Come on baby,
Do the wobble.
Do the wobble.
Do the wobble baby.
Wobble baby.
Come on baby.
Come on baby.
Do the wobble baby, baby, baby.
Do the wobble.
Do the wobble baby.
Do the wobble.
Do the wobble baby.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Wobble & Ball
Wobble and ball.
Wobble and ball baby.
Do the wobble.
Do the ball.
Do the ball.
Do the wobble.
Boogaloo,
Down broadway baby.
Do the boogaloo
All round broadway baby.
Do the ball.
Baby.
All round broadway baby.
Do the ball.
Do the ball baby.
All over broadway baby.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Cover It With Gas And Set It On Fire
[studio version appears on the "skycruiser" ep]
Hes a hobble with a wobble at the gang raid [? ? ]
Cover it with gas and set it on fire
Hes a hobble with a wobble at the gang raid [? ? ]
Cover it with gas and set it on fire
Its an earth chock, war plot, peppermint lasso [? ? ] jimmy
Cover it with gas and set it on fire
Its an earth chock, war plot, peppermint lasso [? ? ]
Cover it with gas and set it on fire
Cover it with gas and set it on fire [3x]
Thank you!
song performed by by Ween
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Cover It With Gas & Set It On Fire
[studio version appears on the skycruiser ep]
Hes a hobble with a wobble at the gang raid [? ? ]
Cover it with gas and set it on fire
Hes a hobble with a wobble at the gang raid [? ? ]
Cover it with gas and set it on fire
Its an earth chock, war plot, peppermint lasso [? ? ] jimmy
Cover it with gas and set it on fire
Its an earth chock, war plot, peppermint lasso [? ? ]
Cover it with gas and set it on fire
Cover it with gas and set it on fire [3x]
Thank you!
song performed by by Ween
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Wobble To A Waddle
Decisions?
When making them,
Be firm.
And if you are not accustomed,
To doing this...
A familiar inconsistency,
Will someday teach you a lesson to learn.
Get off that fence as quick as you can.
Wobble to a waddle...
Until the shaking in your knees,
Free you to stand.
And in the doing of this,
You will get use to it.
With the expectation of comments made,
That something you said or did...
Chased another false friend away.
Get off that fence as quick as you can.
Wobble to a waddle...
Until the shaking in your knees,
Free you to stand.
And when you begin,
To stop seeking approval.
You will never again be afraid...
To move forward with a life,
God gave to you to be brave.
Decisions?
When making them,
Be firm.
And if you are not accustomed,
To doing this...
A familiar inconsistency,
Will someday teach you a lesson to learn.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There's no wobble in Bush. If anything, the opposite. Right after hello, the next words out of his mouth are: I've never been more convinced that the decisions I made are the right decisions.
quote by Rich Lowry
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A song but no lyrics
He's a ramshackle piano and his partner's cheesy finger tips
touch the wobble reeds.
The intonation of music comes out with his cries and her tears
like a salty wind from a consonant Ocean.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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For better or worse
I say Phoebe do not force it.
It won’t fit inside your corset.
Those rolls of fat that wobble so
are adamant they will not go.
They do not wish to be constrained.
’t was better far you had remained.
The slim young girl you used to be
and given up on gluttony
Those sweets which you enjoyed so much
have added weight, well just a touch.
Oh Blast it I’ll speak honestly
You are as fat as fat can be.
But I don’t care I love you still
There’s more of you my arms to fill.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Finland
Feet and faces tingle
In that frore land:
Legs wobble and go wingle,
You scarce can stand.
The skies are jewelled all around,
The ploughshare snaps in the iron ground,
The Finn with face like paper
And eyes like a lighted taper
Hurls his rough rune
At the wintry moon
And stamps to mark the tune.
poem by Robert Graves
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Above Ground
I have a debilitating disability
I'm bald as cue ball from Chemo Therapy.
When I walk I wobble.
And most time my mate is a pain in the butt.
With all that going on you’d think my head be bowed.
My face would have a grief stricken look.
But I hold my head high,
and there's a smile on my face.
You know why, because
I'm still above ground.
This poem is dedicated to my neighbor and Friend Mrs. Pat Elias
I Must be Crazy..Am I?
I Must be Crazy..Am I?
I was looking for my eyeglasses
Thought i have to go upside down
And not to pick it up
In a normal way
but my knees just wobble
I dont wanna dilly dabble
Think i must be crazy..am i?
My neighbors just laugh at me, he he he
Seeing me in this position
Nahh, dont mind really
I am comfortable here swinging down
They think i must be crazy
and so am i. LOL.
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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to the Diaspora
you did not know you were Afrika
When you set out for Afrika
you did not know you were going.
Because
you did not know you were Afrika.
You did not know the Black continent
that had to be reached
was you.
I could not have told you then that some sun
would come,
somewhere over the road,
would come evoking the diamonds
of you, the Black continent--
somewhere over the road.
You would not have believed my mouth.
When I told you, meeting you somewhere close
to the heat and youth of the road,
liking my loyalty, liking belief,
you smiled and you thanked me but very little believed me.
Here is some sun. Some.
Now off into the places rough to reach.
Though dry, though drowsy, all unwillingly a-wobble,
into the dissonant and dangerous crescendo.
Your work, that was done, to be done to be done to be done.
poem by Gwendolyn Brooks
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Posing
She ignores the oil painting, pretends to read,
she knows she's there, of course
flaunting herself, naked,
but the fat lady's posing days are over.
There were times, years ago
when she'd posed, secretly of course.
Oh yes, by herself in her boudoir, pouting,
hoping someone might walk in!
She'd pretend she was an artist's model
laying draped across her bed,
careful not to wobble
just in case somebody did.
Now of course she's far too big
she wouldn't even dream
but likes to show her stocking tops
when she's lounging, reading books.
As for her up on the wall,
she's a beauty, such a doll!
An oil painting of a queen,
above us all majestically.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Haunted
See! He trails his toes
Through the long streaks of moonlight,
And the nails of his fingers glitter:
They claw and flash among the tree-tops.
His lips suck at my open window,
And his breath creeps about my body
And lies in pools under my knees.
I can see his mouth sway and wobble,
Sticking itself against the window-jambs,
But the moonlight is bright on the floor,
Without a shadow.
Hark! a hare is strangling in the forest,
And the wind tears a shutter from the wall.
poem by Amy Lowell
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Love The Fish
The fish wither away in a week,
Wobbling like jelly of fire;
Water is weak, strong men are like fish,
As chickens feed on us
Like the birds of flight.
While wishes mend the hearts,
Whimpering dogs collect tears
As their owner smacks them
For barking and being.
The fish are united,
Inside the sea watching.
But we wobble like them
Inside our homes with pity.
This pretty sense wishes me
To be like a moon of fishes.
I circle the sea and demand
The love of an animal.
poem by Naveed Akram
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How Did You Rest, Last Night?
'How did you rest, last night?'--
I've heard my gran'pap say
Them words a thousand times--that's right--
Jes them words thataway!
As punctchul-like as morning dast
To ever heave in sight
Gran'pap 'ud allus haf to ast--
'How did you rest, last night?'
Us young-uns used to grin,
At breakfast, on the sly,
And mock the wobble of his chin
And eyebrows belt so high
And kind: _'How did you rest, last night?'_
We'd mumble and let on
Our voices trimbled, and our sight
Was dim, and hearin' gone.
* * * * *
Bad as I used to be,
All I'm a-wantin' is
As puore and ca'm a sleep fer me
And sweet a sleep as his!
And so I pray, on Jedgment Day
To wake, and with its light
See _his_ face dawn, and hear him say--
'How did you rest, last night?'
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Crazy Dream
we tip toe around the edges,
as we orbit and tilt.
we watch the planet wobble,
like a tossed coin thrown into
this well.
its a crazy dream, and its
bruised and bumped.
its a crazy dream, and its
making me ill.
we tip toe around the edges,
only to fall asleep, its the end
we are concernd with, not the
beginning or the middle.
and its a crazy dream, and its
bruised and bumbed, its a crazy
dream, and its making me ill.
poem by David Gerardino
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Brides Unwanted
The cricketers choose childhood friends to wed
and make the cheer girls by heart get hurt.
The cinema heroines too some tears shed
but the players aren’t ready to blurt.
The girls to pass time run after the sages
and into the stadium verve they have to bart.
Coverage they get to boost their images
Yet no bastsman buys them in the mart.
Many a girl duck and diverse their men
as the fast in-swing balls the middle stumps hit.
Even the spinners don’t strike at such a hen
for the nice fabric of life to knit.
O girls, you gabble, wobble but in mind feeble.
Is life a glass of wine for you to fill and refill?
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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