From the Sussex County Magazine
October 1929

The Oogly Fish
By Howard T N Ussher

An oogly fish with oogly eyes
Comes up by Brighton pier
And every oogly angler tries
To catch him, but – No fear!

At early dawn an oogly grin
Spreads o’er the waters grey
But while I’m waiting for a fin
The fish has gone away

The tide comes in, the tide goes out
I seldom leave my nook
But I have always got a doubt
What bait is on my hook

So day goes by – noon – dinner-time
Wise folk go home to dress
But somewhere in that salty slime
There hides the oogliness

Of Brighton’s pride – the oogly fish
That’s when the light grows dim
May rise, and with a mighty swish
Around the pier-head swim

So even late at night I sit
With lobworm, shrimp or roe
For if I only wait a bit
I’ll oogle him you know

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CUCKOO!

A sound re-echoes far away
   O'er hill and valley too
A welcome note this sunny day
        Cuckoo!

O little bird so drab and grey
   No home there seems for you
You make no nest in any way
        Cuckoo!

You leave your young to birds more gay
   No mother love in you
Life must be bleak in every way
        Cuckoo!

Does nature tell you that you may
   Not live as others do?
And is this why you only say
        Cuckoo?