“Handy Health” by James Aitchison
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I am a little virus,
I come from overseas.
At first I make you sniffle,
And then I make you sneeze.
My name is COVID-19,
I’ll make you very sick.
But if you wash your hands clean,
You can give me the flick.
Wash your hands with lots of soap
Or a sanitiser
That way you will guard your health,
And be smart and wiser!
“Friends” by Julie Cahill
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Wally Wombat found some food,
in a bowl all large and round.
Kangarilla Kangaroo was foraging on the ground.
The fires had taken all their grub,
the ashes burnt kanga’s toes.
And as the wombat gobbled nuts,
he felt the other’s woes.
‘Come and share,’ he called in Wombat,
a foreign tongue indeed.
But Kararilla saw him summon,
and hopped his way with speed.
It happened then, the grumpy dog
whose food was in HIS bowl . . .
He let the creatures
fill their bellies,
while kindness filled his soul.
“Hand in hand” by Marques Dobrow
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Washing hands is very wise
Before you eat, or rub your eyes.
A smart way to avoid infection
Without the need for sharp injections.
Put warm water in the sink;
The use of soap is wise, I think.
Bid those germs “Auf wiedersehen”
As you wash them down the drain.
Underneath your fingernails
Is often where the dirt prevails.
In between your fingers too
Must be cleaned of gunk and goo.
Make the effort, take your time
To cleanse yourself of grease and grime.
When the time to stop commands,
Grab a towel and dry your hands.
Washing hands: it won’t take long;
It keeps you healthy, safe and strong.
If this task you’re undertaking,
It’s your hand I shall be shaking.
“How to have hygienic hands“ by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentHow to have hygienic hands
Some harmful bugs
we’ve touched will hide
in crinkly creases,
moist or wide;
in crevices
and groovy spots
have quite a lot.
Make sure the soap
will never fail
to rummage under
fingernails.
And rub each
padded fingerprint
upon a palm
or handy dint.
Then soap and rub
each finger base –
those webby bits,
with fingers laced.
When rinsed and dried
our hands are ACE …
unless we touch
our nose and face!
https://www.newscientist.com/letter/mg24532690-100-handwashing-technique-more-important-than-time
“Friends” by Katherine Gallagher
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It was Zorba, the song that started us,
back there at our family’s in Carlton –
one foot forward and across, arms and shoulders linked.
Everyone could do it – all ages stepping out:
children with adults, those guys who said
they couldn’t dance – whole lines weaving
to the same steps, a homage to Theodorakis,
recently imprisoned for his music.
Songs that could sing on their own
with enough bouzoukis to quicken a city.
“Toilet Paper” by James Aitchison and “The Great Toilet Paper Chase” by Julie Cahill
Leave a commentTOILET PAPER
Dunny roll, dunny roll,
Where art thou?
There’s none in the shops
Or anywhere now!
Dunny roll, dunny roll,
Such a shame!
Not a sheet in sight,
And we’re all to blame!
We can do without pies,
Yes, we can!
But toilet paper?
Oh man, oh man!
The Great Toilet Paper Chase
Old Mother Hubbard went to her cupboard
to fetch her poor dog a bone.
When she got there the cupboard was full
of loo rolls and tissues, alone.
‘Don’t look at me,’ said the dog, honestly,
‘I don’t shop, nor do I talk.’
He spotted his lead and at breakneck speed
asked to go for a walk.
As they passed the first store
a man burst through the door,
‘Best hurry before they run out.’
The dog tripped him up, being a pup,
and the man went down with a clout.
His plastic bags burst and rolls of loo paper
rolled into curbs; jumped the fence,
while the panicked folk snatched
and grabbed and bagged
the last of Australia’s sense.
“This man About Town” by Margaret Pearce
Leave a commentIn an urban residence
Lurks that animal of leisure
Barks work is for peasants
Life is for pleasure.
A beautiful Border Collie
From a hard working breed
Sneers chasing sheep a folly
A hard way to get a feed.
He wears his devotion
And his loyalty so fair
And his loving emotion
With an elegant air.
Always complacent
And so very smug
The most perfect mate
To accept a hug.
Why be judgemental
That he prefers to play
He’s worth the rental
So around he will stay.
oooOooo
© Margaret Pearce