 | A Summer Christmas and a Sonnet upon The S.S. "Ballaarat." |  |
However, after dinner, she
Turned the laugh on him gulelessly
By asking where the bittern was,
Which he'd brought home for them, because
They wished to have it skinned. “Bittern?”
He said not knowing where to turn
“What bittern?” “Didn't you come back
As you said, by the morning's track
To pick the game up?” “Game up? No,
You never thought I would, did you?”
“Of course we did. We hung it up,
Just where you told us, on the top
Of the two fences, where they meet,
Where Phil and Albert had their seat.”
Turned the laugh on him gulelessly
By asking where the bittern was,
Which he'd brought home for them, because
They wished to have it skinned. “Bittern?”
He said not knowing where to turn
“What bittern?” “Didn't you come back
As you said, by the morning's track
To pick the game up?” “Game up? No,
You never thought I would, did you?”
“Of course we did. We hung it up,
Just where you told us, on the top
Of the two fences, where they meet,
Where Phil and Albert had their seat.”
| A Summer Christmas and a Sonnet upon The S.S. "Ballaarat." | |