“Message in a bottle” by James Aitchison

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Message in a bottle

 

A message in a bottle,

Washed up by the sea,

Written by a mermaid,

Especially for me.

 

“I hope you’ll come and see me,”

That is what she wrote,

In beautiful handwriting

Upon her watery note.

 

“You’ll find me in the ocean,

“It’s really very clear:

“Latitude 15,

“And longitude just near.”

“Ahoy there, Corona” by James Aitchison

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Ahoy there, Corona

 

 

On the bad, bad ship Corona,

Captain Covid spies

People coming too close —

Oh what a lovely prize!

 

He calls, “Ahoy!  Fresh treasure, lads,”

And his virus acts,

Attacking those amongst us

Where hygiene is too lax.

 

So let’s sink the bad Corona,

Captain Covid too,

Because I wish good health

For everyone like you!

 

 

“Teddy Comes to Town” by James Aitchison

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Teddy comes to town

 

One fine day I’d

love to meet

a teddy bear walking

down the street.

Wobble-bobble,

tubble-bobble,

a teddy bear walking

down the street.

 

We’d go shopping,

then to tea,

with cakes and sandwiches —

one, two, three.

Wobble-bobble,

tubble-bobble,

we’d fill our tummies, that

bear and me!

 

Next time you go

down the street,

perhaps a teddy bear

you will meet.

Wobble-bobble,

tubble-bobble,

a teddy bear walking

down the street.

“The Willie Wagtail” by James Aitchison

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The Willie Wagtail is Australia’s best-loved and best-known fantail.  And that tail wags constantly — side to side — as its owner scurries across the lawn seeking insects for a snack.  Wagtails don’t mind us humans, but aggressively defend their own territories against feathered interlopers.  You can tell the wagtail by its call that’s heard night and day; it sounds like “sweet-pretty-creature”. 

Willie Wagtail

 

Sweet pretty creature, 

sweet pretty creature,

that’s the sound of your call.

Sweet pretty creature,

sweet pretty creature,

the sweetest call of all.

Sweet pretty creature,

sweet pretty feature,

we love your wagging walk.

Sweet pretty creature,

sweet pretty creature,

if only you could talk.

 

                                     

“I Am What I Paint” by James Aitchison

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I AM WHAT I PAINT
From my brain to my fingers,
Then my fingers to the brush,
Sometimes painting slowly,
Sometimes in a rush.
My thoughts go down my arm,
They burst out fresh and free.
For what I paint is what I am,
It’s me there you can see.
My soul is there in every stroke,
In every single splash,
In every single colour,
In every dab and dash.
I hope you like my paintings,
Each and every one,
My pictures have a lot to say
When finally they’re done!
 
                                  James Aitchison