Jack M'Camley, <br /> Lank and long, <br /> Ox-persuader, <br /> Billabong. <br /> Bluff and hearty <br /> Sort o' party, <br />Got the "blanky" habit strong! <br /> <br /> Says the parson, <br /> Bright old bird, <br /> "Why'd you use that <br /> Horrid word? - <br /> (Jack looked grinful) - <br /> Not say sinful, <br />But most vulgar and absurd!" <br /> <br /> "It's the blanky <br /> Church, betwixt <br /> You and me, that <br /> Got me fixed!" <br /> Says M'Camley, <br /> "In our fam'ly <br />Things is all so blanky mixed! <br /> <br /> "There's me father - <br /> Whoa back, Dick! - <br /> Church o' Blanky <br /> England, stric'! <br /> There's me mother <br /> And one brother, <br />Roman-Blanky-Catholic! <br /> <br /> "But me sister - <br /> Way, you Stan! <br /> Don't them bullocks <br /> Rile a man? <br /> Kilts enticed her, <br /> Went and spliced a <br />Presby-Blanky-terian!"<br /><br />William Thomas Goodge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-m-camley-mixture/
