Someone has suggested that, if window boxes are encouraged in Collins-street, doctors may become poets.
Hail, smiling morn! The passing tram-car's bell
Sounds to mine ear like love songs sweetly sung.
The sunlit pavement glows, and all is well --
Put out your tongue.
Without my window salpiglossis blooms,
Nasturium nods to laughing columbine.
Sweet odors waft thro' my consulting rooms --
Say ninety-nine.
Tra-la, tra-la! Let's troll a merry lay!
See how my maiden-hair bends to the breeze!
Who could be sad on such a golden day?
One guinea, please.
First published in The Sun-News Pictorial, 6 April 1927
Author reference sites: C.J. Dennis, Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Australian Poetry Library
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