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The Blowfly Bites The Dust by James Aitchison

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He’s big and fat and noisy,
He buzzes ’round my head.
I know he carries lots of germs,
That’s why I want him DEAD!

He crawls across the windowpane —
He’s absolutely rude! —
Then squats and rubs his grubby legs,
On top of all my food.

I tried to swat that blowie
With a paper nicely rolled,
But — tinkle, crash — I missed
And smashed mum’s wedding bowl.

Next I got a schoolbook,
And whacked him hard with that,
The monstrous fly went down
With a great big juicy SPLAT!

The moral of my story
Is that education’s great,
Not only does it make you smart,
It keeps flies off your plate.

Dark Matter Day by Celia Berrell

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Most of our universe
seems to be …
MISSING! NOT THERE
for us to see.

We call this DARK MATTER
because we agree,
although we can’t see it,
we’ve shown, quite clearly,
this stuff interacts with
GRAVITY.

Remember October
will end with this quest
as Halloween
is one of our best
spooky and scary festivities
for magic and mayhem
and mysteries.

And so, it’s become
the perfect way
to celebrate science’s
DARK MATTER DAY!

In response to Prompt #6: Celebrations.

For more about dark matter visit https://www.interactions.org/dark-matter-day

Chinzy and Arthur by Toni Newell

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Chintzy looked at Archer
Lying on the couch
He looked up and she said
You’re nothing but a slouch!
No I’m not, he replied
A puppy needs its sleep
Chintzy, she just sighed
Your excuses you can keep
Another hour passed
And Archer still lay there
Chintzy she was seething
And thought it was unfair
He was asleep in her spot
Where she should now be
But there wasn’t any room
For her to spread out and be free
She listened to him snoring
And decided just to leap
To snuggle in beside him
So she herself could sleep.
There they lay together
Each in their world of dreams
Sharing the space together
Cats and dogs can be friends it seems.

If This House Could Speak by James Aitchison

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Imagine living here

with all those stairs to climb,

and every room you enter

takes you back in time.

Everywhere you wander,

every corner you explore,

could there be a ghost or two

behind a secret door?

Teacher’s note: Martindale Hall, Mintaro, South Australia, famously appeared in the movie Picnic at Hanging Rock. Completed in 1880 with 32 rooms, and once the home of the Mortlock family, this Georgian mansion is now open to the public six days a week.

Body Parts (a rhyming slang poem) by Graham Seal

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What if ‘mince pies’ were your eyes?
‘Barrier reef’ your ‘teef’?
If ‘Onkaparingas’ were your fingers,
or ‘plates of meat’ your feet?
‘Ginger beers’ might be your ears,
a ‘loaf of bread’ your head.
What if your hips were ‘battleships’
and ‘wooden pegs’ your legs?
Well, then all your body parts would rhyme,
though you mightn’t even know it,
and whenever you did anything
you’d be a rhyming poet.

NOTE: rhyming slang is a form of folk word play in which all sorts of things are
given usually whimsical rhymes.