Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон)

A Triolet

Of all the sickly forms of verse, 
Commend me to the triolet. 
It makes bad writers somewhat worse: 
Of all the sickly forms of verse, 
That fall beneath a reader’s curse, 
It is the feeblest jingle yet. 
Of all the sickly forms of verse, 
Commend me to the triolet.

1. White Cockatoos
2. The Old Bullock Dray
3. Opening of the Railway Line
4. Moving On
5. Old Schooldays

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