“The rat’s drum” by James Aitchison

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The rat’s drum

A rat bought a drum,

A very nice drum,

And played it down in the drain.

Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat,

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat.

 

He played on that drum,

That very nice drum,

Until it started to rain.

Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat,

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat.

 

The drain filled up fast,

The water surged past,

And washed everything away.

That was the end, that was the end,

That was the end of the rat-a-tat-tat.

 

“Frost in Oz” by James Aitchison

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FROST IN OZ

I see icicles everywhere

On my bike and on the stair.

Down on the gate and on the grass,

Our chooks are giving eggs a pass.

I see icicles hither and yon,

I see them hanging on Uncle Ron,

On the dunny and on the ’roo,

And on my mother’s washing too.

I reckon this year the frost is worse,

With icicles on the local hearse.

I’ve never seen this kind of dew

What’s Australia coming to?

                                             

“Colour (non)sense” by James Aitchison

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Colour (non)sense

Polar bears are white

so they blend with the view.

Kangaroos are brown

so they blend in too.

But my new pyjamas —

bought in the Bahamas —

are purple, orange and blue!

 

“Kickflips in Vienna” by James Aitchison

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KICKFLIPS IN VIENNA

Vienna’s railway station,

the Vienna Hauptbahnhof,

is not just very modern —

it will blow your socks right off!

 

The roofs go up,

the roofs go down,

the greatest ramps in town.

As trains pull in

and trains pull out,

you can slide on down.

 

Achtung, achtung!

Do an ollie!

Then a darkslide,

Ja, ja, ja!

Goofy-Foot and fakie next,

Vienna’s station is the best!

 

Translation note: in German, a Hauptbahnof is a city’s main train station.

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“Archie” by James Aitchison

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ARCHIE
Christopher Robin went down with Alice
To see the new baby at Buckingham Palace.
There they found Archie,
Dressed in Versace,
Having his tea with the Queen.
Prince Harry and Meghan were there in style,
And you should have seen Her Majesty’s smile!
It was a great date
To come celebrate
The cutest baby they’d seen.
                                   James Aitchison

“The Australian dead at Villers-Bretonneux” by James Aitchison

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ANZAC DAY POEM

”The Paper Boy” by James Aitchison

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The paper boy

 

A boy on a bike

through leafy streets

delivers the papers

while we are asleep.

 

Who hears the squeak

of his speeding wheels?

   Not us, not us,

   for we are asleep.

 

Who sees the sun

glint on silver spokes?

   Not us, not us,

   for we are asleep.

 

The paper lands

with a thud beside

a garden gnome

who peeks inside.

 

How well-informed

   is that old gnome!

How lazy am I

   in my bed at home!

“Living Spaghetti” by James Aitchison

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Living spaghetti

 

Wriggle wriggle, squirm squirm,

Here comes a nice long worm.

Like spaghetti come to life,

What a busy earthworm!

 

Watch it slide and slither,

Oops, it’s in a dither.

Pick it up now if you dare,

Dangle it in the air.

 

Wriggle wriggle, squirm squirm,

Thank you, thank you, earthworm!

You let our soil grow good things,

Such a helpful earthworm!

 


“March Madness” by James Aitchison

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MARCH MADNESS
 
 
A hippo hopped happily
off to the zoo.
A red rhino ran rudely;
what will I do?
Rich rhubarb blew raspberries
at my dessert.
They bounced off my spoon and all
over my shirt.
March madness is followed by
April Fool’s Day;
And that’s not all folks — there’s more
mayhem in May!

“A Summer Ottava Rima” by James Aitchison with Teacher Notes

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A SUMMER OTTAVA RIMA 

The crash of waves is always in the air,

And caravans adorn the crowded shore.

People roast on towels without a care,

Or find new rocky outcrops to explore.

Crunchy crystal sand grows too hot to bear,

Yet we stay: it’s what all Aussies yearn for!

In summertime, this is our golden place;

Then winter comes and banishes all trace.

                                               James Aitchison

TEACHERS’ NOTES:

The ottava rima is a very rhythmic form of Italian poetry, first written in the fourteenth century.

Lord Byron and William Butler Yeats also used the form.

The rules:

  1. Each stanza has 8 lines
  2. You can create one stanza as a stand alone 8-line poem, or write multiple stanzas
  3. The first six lines have an a-b-a-b-a-b rhyme scheme, capped with a c-c couplet
  4. Mostly an ottava rima is written in iambic pentameter or 10-syllable lines.

Have fun!