(A fonetic fansy, dedicated to Androo Karnegee, the millionaire spelling reformer.)
The baker-man was kneading dough
And whistling softly, sweet and lough.
Yet ever and anon he’d cough
As though his head were coming ough!
“My world!” said he, “but this is rough:
This flour is simply awful stough!”
He punched and thumped it through and through,
As all good bakers always dough!
“I’d sooner drive,” said he, “a plough
Than be a baker, anyhough!”
Thus spake the baker kneading dough;
But don’t let on I told you sough!
Originally published in The Bulletin, 1906
Source: 60 Classic Australian Poems edited by Christopher Cheng, Random House 2009