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“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
 

“A season of riches” by James Aitchison

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A season of riches 
Gold is growing
in the trees,
and at your feet
in the leaves.
Walk a pathway
dipped in gold,
softest green and
amber bold.
Soon we will feel
winter’s chills,
but autumn first
richly thrills.
                  James Aitchison

“Social distancing” by James Aitchison

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“Wattle” by James Aitchison

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“Curious clothes” by James Aitchison

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Curious clothes

 

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.

“A world of teddies” by James Aitchison

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I spy as I pass by

A teddy in a window

Watching me!

Oh what fun, oh such glee,

A teddy in a window

Watching me!

 

Wherever I wander,

More teddies I see

Sitting in windows,

Watching me.

Who put them there

Two by two?

I’d like to thank you

And you and YOU!

“Tucker Time” by James Aitchison

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TUCKER 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

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HANDY 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

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TOILET 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

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THE 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!

We’ve saved a big cuddle for you!”