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“Curious clothes” by James Aitchison
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Cygnet’s singlets
are very white;
when they shrink
they’re very tight.
Do spiders were suspenders?
I think they really do.
They’re made of red elastic
in sizes 1 and 2.
“Tucker Time” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentTUCKER TIME
“The fires were bad,
“I was very scared,”
The wombat said
To the kangaroo.
“I had to hop
“Ahead of the flames,”
The kanga said,
“But I got out too.”
“I got help from
“A human being,”
The wombat said
To the kangaroo.
“So did I, mate!”
The kangaroo smiled.
“I’m glad they knew
“What they had to do!”
“Handy Health” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentHANDY HEALTH
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!
“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.
“ The Koalas Come Back” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentTHE KOALAS COME BACK
One by one you’ll see them come back
And climb to the top of the tree,
Those cuddly koalas we love,
They’ll come home — just you wait and see!
Some nursed back to health by humans,
So they can be happy and free.
It might take a little more time
Till the bush comes to life anew,
But once all those juicy leaves grow
Koalas have something to chew.
Then we’ll say, “Welcome home, Blinky!
“Australian Bushfires” by James Aitchison
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They say the smoke has reached Chile.
Not just the smoke from our blazing forests,
But the smoke from lost fireys and townsfolk,
And thousands oft homes,
And five hundred million wild animals,
And cattle and sheep and bold horses
Burned alive in once-lush paddocks.
They say the smoke is toxic. It is not.
It is sacred.
“An Aussie Bush Summer” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentAN AUSSIE BUSH SUMMER
Golden dust veils the scalding sunset,
And eucalyptus leaves droop weary.
Heat strangles each breeze at birth,
And all the bush is quiet and eerie.
A lonely road wanders lost between
the fences; some cattle, black and still.
Lost interest in the grass —
And waiting for that dry creek to fill.
Nightfall claims the leavings of the day,
And branches reach out long and shady.
The country’s parched and breathless,
Till once more, spring steps like a lady.