I took off a sock
and got a shock —
my toes had all turned green.
I took off the other,
and what a bother —
there wasn’t a toe to be seen!
Author Archives: australianchildrenspoetry
“Field of Light, Uluru” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentI walked in light one sacred night, while mulga dreamed of morning bright.
Beyond the light and colours bright, the desert oaks unseen and quiet.
“Beware the Sandwich” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentA sand witch ate a sandwich, which tasted very good. Then she took another bite, one more than she should. Let the sand witch's sandwiches, which the sand witch ate, be a warning to you: eating too many sandwiches can send you too to the loo!
“Egging on for Easter” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentRun, rabbit, run, Hide those eggs from everyone. Some are gold, Some are green, The biggest eggs you've ever seen. Lots of chocolate, Yum yum yum, When will the Easter Bunny come?
“Eggs Galore” by Jeanie Axton
Leave a commentInspired by a true story!
Amy bolted up in bed
one cold and dark March night
A rustling in her pantry
had given her a fright.
Dear Me! What did she find there?
young Jack was on the floor
Screwed up Easter wrappers
surrounding him galore.
High up on the top shelf
he had found the family stash
Jack had eaten every egg
there was nothing left but trash.
Well, Amy rang the Easter Bunny
raving mad by what went down
when it came to Easter-time
No eggs for Jack were found.
“George” by Kerry Gittins
Leave a commentGeorge! George! Are you listening? Did you hear me?
Are you ready for the frenzy when the fishing boat comes in?
You certainly don’t look it. You’re acting way too calm.
The captain’s coming in and he will sound the fish alarm.
I hear you loud and clear my dear, no need for your concern.
Don’t worry about Phil or Pete, they’re way down near the stern.
As you can see, I’m first in line. The rest don’t stand a chance.
Those yummy fish will soon be ours. We’ll do our supper dance.
George! George! Are you sure you’ve got this covered?
The fishing net’s about to drop and you’re still standing here!
You know how quick the others are, especially your brother.
You’d better get on out there new, before we miss another!
I hear you loud and clear my dear. I’m right on top of things.
Have your forgotten last week’s race? Who had the fastest wings?
You need to have more faith in me. I’m feeling quite upset.
Oh-oh! Oh no! Look out below. It’s sneaky Greg Gannet!
George! George! Hurry up! You need to go!
His mates have heard him squawking and they’re flying in behind.
No need to worry, Pip my dear, the gannets don’t want fish.
That squawking is the hymen as their chips fly off the dish!
In response to the Seagulls prompt
Australian Children’s Poetry 