National Bathtub Day by Jeanie Axton

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(In honour of National Bathtub Day October 7th)

Let’s have a scrub
in the tub
On National Bathtub Day

Let’s get all wet 
up to the neck
On National Bathtub Day

Let’s bring out the bubbles
now there’s trouble 
On National Bathtub Day

Let’s use the soap
on a rope
On National Bathtub Day

Let’s wash the puppy
whose looking scruffy
On National Bathtub Day

Let’s clean up well
leave a pleasant smell
On National Bathtub Day

Its rather obscure 
And a little peculiar 
This National Bathtub Day.

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Not The Right Egg by Jeanie Axton

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Henry was on an egg hunt
he headed quickly outside
bright and early Easter morning
excited for what he would find

He spotted a big brown egg
his left hand performing the scoop
But Alas! as it bounced in the bucket
Not an egg! but his pet dogs poop

Now his dog is in the laundry
she is safely locked-away 
Henry then cleaned his bucket
and got on with Easter Day

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Heavenly Bliss by Toni Newell

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Sitting here on the couch,
A dog on either side
I describe as heavenly,
I feel warm and loved inside,

They are such a pleasure,
And bring me so much joy,
But they can be so naughty,
And so many things destroy.

Yet, they are forgiven,
For the naughty things they do
Just like we were forgiven,
By parents who loved us too.

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Me and My Recorder (A Story) by Marcus Ten Low

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I picked-up my recorder
and started blowing loudly,

a tootle-oo and tootle-ay
while Dad was snoring proudly;

I leant over his breathing chest
to listen to his heart,

then went outside playing my tune
as stars lit-up the chart;

I stood on tiptoe, eating grapes
on this side of the neighbor’s fence;

and played my pipes, until their dog
emerged in their defence;

but as I stood under the stars
and played my pretty song,

the dog stuck-out his wet old tongue,
and then began to croon along—

and all the cats hidden among
the roses then pricked their sharp ears,

until I’d played my last this night—
the cats and dogs (with no more fears)

slept soundly then, but woe, alas,
my Dad came-out to yell and scream

at me for waking him, and he awoke
the cats and dogs, and then
I woke-up from my dream…

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This Is My Chair! by James Aitchison

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This is my chair,

keep away!

It’s very nice, 

so here I’ll stay.

It matches me,

a perfect tone,

so leave me be,

up here alone!

Who Are You by James Aitchison

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Hello, puppy, what’s your name?

Where did they find you?

Have you come to live at my place,

or are you passing through?

I got here first, I make the rules,

so set them in your head:

never ever eat my food, 

and don’t sleep in my bed! 

Dogs Love Socks by Jeanie Axton

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Fake food socks
we love to wear
but our doggy friends
think it’s not fair

The pizza socks
smell like fluff
The bacon socks
are really rough

The taco socks
dripping fake cheese
The hamburger socks
are another tease

The hot dog socks
look so yummy
The cupcake socks
the icings runny

But worst of all
and looking real
are the T Bone socks
that cause a drool

The dogs agree
this has to stop
let’s give food socks
A mighty chop

Archer by Toni Newell

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Archer is not an angel
But he is my pride and joy
He’s not always obedient
But loves to play with a toy.

It doesn’t matter what it is
As long as it is thrown
As he just loves to catch it
On his very own.

He can chase it endlessly
Even when he’s puffed
But he won’t give up easily
Until he’s totally stuffed.

Archer is not an angel
But he is an angel to me
He represents all that’s good
Innocence and humility.

Milo and I by Warren Cox

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Milo and I took a stroll through the park.
Mum said “Remember! Be home before dark.” 
We spotted a goanna hiding in the grass.
He was in our way so we couldn’t get past.

Milo can’t talk but he sure can bark.
He scared that goanna right out of the park. 
We came upon a cassowary underneath a tree.
I didn’t like the way that he was looking at me.

Milo can’t talk but he sure can bark.
He scared that bird right out of the park. 
We crept up on a snake that was resting in the shade.
It made a hissing noise and I felt quite afraid.

Milo can’t talk but he sure can bark.
He scared that snake right out of the park. 
We noticed an echidna searching for some ants,
all around the tree roots and up and down the plants.

Milo can’t talk but he sure can bark.
He scared that echidna right out of the park. 
Then I said to Milo it’s getting very dark.
It’s just about time that we were leaving this park.

But just as we’d decided we really shouldn’t stay,
who do you think was standing in our way? 
With looks on their faces that made me start to shake,
goanna, echidna, cassowary, snake.

Standing at the front and peering through the grass
was old man goanna who wouldn’t let us pass. 
And echidna and cassowary looking so mean
that my knees started knocking, what a frightening scene.

Waiting right beside them to give us such a scare
was snake with his forked tongue testing the air. 
Milo can’t talk and he couldn’t even bark.
We were both so scared we ran right out of that park!

Jeremy James Johnson by Margaret Pearce

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Jeremy James Johnson was a very naughty boy.
Fatty fried junk foods were all that he’d enjoy.

Now Jeremy had a little dog, his name was Mut.
He sat under the table, his mouth never shut.

Mut liked cauliflour, carrots and celery stewed,
He ate every scrap because he just liked food.

Mut even ate cabbage and broccoli as well
Although why he liked them no one could tell.

So Jeremy was able to show a plate scraped clean,
And demand two helpings of chocolate ice cream.

He got away with this for month after month,
Jeremy got skinny and Mut strong and plump.

Jeremy looked at Mut who shared his day,
And saw how fast he ran around to play.

“Mut’s not tired and runs faster than me.
Why does he still have so much energy?”

His father with glee got to Jeremy at last.
“Mut eats all your vegies that’s why he’s fast.”

Jeremy James Johnson is now very very good.
He eats all his vegies as every child should.

And fatty fried foods make him feel very sick
Because Jeremy is now on a fitness kick.

Jeremy can now run very very fast
So his little dog Mut often ends up last.