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Written by William Topaz McGonagall | Create an image from this poem

The Queens Jubilee Celebrations

 'Twas in the year of 1897, and on the 22nd of June,
Her Majesty's Diamond Jubilee in London caused a great boom;
Because high and low came from afar to see,
The grand celebrations at Her Majesty's Diamond Jubilee.
People were there from almost every foreign land, Which made the scene really imposing and grand; Especially the Queen's carriage, drawn by eight coloured bays, And when the spectators saw it joyous shouts they did raise.
Oh! if was a most gorgeous sight to be seen, Numerous foreign magnatss were there for to see the queen; And to the vast multitude there of women and men, Her Majesty for two hours showed herself to them.
The head of the procession looked very grand - A party of the Horse Guards with their gold-belaced band; Which also headed the procession of the Colonial States, While slowly they rode on until opposite the Palace gates.
Then the sound of the National Anthem was heard quite clear, And the sound the hearts of the mighty crowd it did cheer; As they heard the loyal hymning on the morning air, The scene was most beautiful and surpassing fair.
On the house tops thousands of people were to be seen, All in eager expectation of seeing the queen; And all of them seemed to be happy and gay, Which enhanced the scene during the day.
And when Field Marshal Roberts in the procession passed by, The cheers from thousands of people arose very high; And to see him on his war horse was inspiring to see, Because he rode his charger most splendidly.
The Natal mounted troops were loudly cheered, they looked so grand, And also the London Irish Emerald Isle Band; Oh if was a most magnificent sight to see.
The Malta Militia and Artillery, And the Trinidad Artillery, and also bodies of infantry, And, as the crowd gazed thereon, it filled their hearts with glee.
Her Majesty looked well considering her years, And from the vast crowd burst forth joyous cheers; And Her Majesty bowed to the shouts of acclamation, And smiled upon the crowd with a loving look of admiration.
His Excellency Chan Yin Hun in his carriage wan a great attraction, And his Oriental garb seemed to give the people great satisfaction; While the two little Battenberg's carriage, as it drove along, Received from the people cheering loud and long.
And when the Dragoon Guards and the Huasars filed past at the walk, Then loudly in their praise the people did talk; And the cavalry took forty minutes to trot past, While the spectators in silent wonder stood aghast.
Her Majesty the Empress Frederick a great sensation made, She was one of the chief attractions in the whole cavalcade; And in her carriage was the Princess Louise, the Marchioness of Lorne, In a beautiful white dress, which did per person adorn.
The scene in Piccadilly caused a great sensation, The grand decorations there were the theme of admiration; And the people in St.
James Street were taken by surprise, Because the lovely decorations dazzled their eyes The 42nd Highlanders looked very fine, When they appeared and took up a position on the line; And the magnificent decorations in the Strand, As far east as the Griffin wets attractive and grand.
And the grandstand from Buckingham Palace to Temple Bar, Was crowded with eager eyes from afar, Looking on the floral decorations and flags unfurled, Which has been the grandest spectacle ever seen in the world.
The corner building of St.
James Street side was lovely to view, Ornamented with pink and white bunting and a screen of blue; And to the eye, the inscription thereon most beautiful seems: "Thou art alone the Queen of earthly Queens.
" The welcome given to Commander-in-Chief Lord Wolseley was very flattering, The people cheered him until the streets did ring; And the foreign princes were watched with rivetted admiration, And caused among the sight-seers great consternation, And private householders seemed to vie with each other, In the lavishness of their decorations, and considered it no bother; And never before in the memory of man, Has there been a national celebration so grand.
And in conclusion, I most earnestly do pray, May God protect Her Majesty for many a day; My blessing on her noble form and on her lofty head, And may she wear a crown of glory hereafter when dead.


Written by Andrew Barton Paterson | Create an image from this poem

The Wreck of the Golfer

 It was the Bondi golfing man 
Drove off from the golf house tee, 
And he had taken his little daughter 
To bear him company.
"Oh, Father, why do you swing the club And flourish it such a lot?" "You watch it fly o'er the fences high!" And he tried with a brassey shot.
"Oh, Father, why did you hit the fence Just there where the brambles twine?" And the father he answered never a word, But he got on the green in nine.
"Oh, Father, hark from behind those trees, What dismal yells arrive!" "'Tis a man I ween on the second green, And I've landed him with my drive.
" "Oh, Father, why does the poor Chinee Fall down on his knees and cry?" "He taketh me for his Excellency, And he thinks once hit twice shy.
" So on they fared to the waterhole, And he drove with a lot of dash, But his balls full soon in the dread lagoon Fell down with a woeful splash.
"Oh, Father, why do you beat the sand Till it flies like the carded wool?" And the father he answered never a word, For his heart was much too full.
"Oh, Father, why are they shouting 'fore' And screaming so lustily?" But the father he answered never a word, A pallid corpse was he.
For a well-swung drive on the back of his head Had landed and laid him low.
Lord save us all from a fate like this When next to the links we go.
Written by Brooks Haxton | Create an image from this poem

Monster Minded

 The wine of astonishment
is house wine at my house.
The whiskey of it is a sauce we savor.
The cocaine of thy judgment also is rock crystal, blow to blow the mitral valve.
Truly is the heroin of thine excellency said to be deep brown, **** pure enough to stop the heart.

Book: Shattered Sighs