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
Tag Archives: James Aitchison
“Moandays are Weakdays” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentMOANDAYS ARE WEAKDAYS
Every Moanday I’m filled with dread,
I simply can’t get out of bed,
I pull the covers over my head,
And hope that Moanday will go away.
Every Moanday I’m filled with fear
The week lies ahead, bleak and drear,
I just can’t get myself into gear,
I hope that Moanday will go away.
Every Moanday I’m such a fool —
All my friends will be there at school!
We’ll play, have fun, and that’ll be cool —
And then I’m up, up, up and away!
James Aitchison
“A SEASONAL TELESTITCH” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentA SEASONAL TELESTITCH
The end of cold days:
Farewell! Adieu!
The sun rises warm
But expect a quick storm,
Then catch a wave —
It’s my kind of weather!
The sunsets glow red
Across Australia,
We’re all on holiday —
The best of all times!
James Aitchison
TELESTITCH
A telestitch is the opposite of an acrostic. Discover the poem’s hidden message by reading the last letter (rather than the first) of each line.
Give it a try
And most of all — have fun!
“THE SHARK IN THE PARK” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentTHE SHARK IN THE PARK
I heard a shark bark
One night in the dark;
It was in the park,
(But just for a lark).
There in the moonlight,
Its teeth pearly white,
It gave me a fright
That terrible night.
Stop making a din!
You’d better come in,
And don’t flap your fin
At my garbage bin.
“O FOR AN OCTOPUS” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentO FOR AN OCTOPUS
O is for Octopus
looking Ornery,
wearing an Orchid,
not so Ordinary!
Eating their Oranges
while they Occupy
Orbiting Organs,
look at those Octopi!
A RHUPUNT FOR SPRING by James Aitchison
Leave a commentA RHUPUNT FOR SPRING
Spring’s colour thrills
when daffodils
and bold jonquils
burst into bloom.
Tulips tower,
freesias flower,
colours shower,
banishing gloom.
All spring we’re blessed;
bulbs give their best,
’til time to rest
in a dark room.
James Aitchison
A RHUPUNT (pronounced hree’-pint) is a Welsh poem with some curious rules:
- Each line must have four syllables
- The first three lines of each stanza must rhyme
- The final line of each stanza must rhyme with the final lines of the other stanzas (in other words: aaab, cccb, dddb, eeeb, etc)
- Each stanza works as a complete sentence or verse in itself.
- If you prefer, stanzas can have three lines (aab, ccb, etc) — or five lines (aaaab, ccccb, etc) — it’s up to you.
“A spring in your step” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentA spring in your step
Boing boing,
Spring’s in the air!
Boing boing,
Spring’s ev’rywhere!
Blossoms spring out,
Boing boing!
Bulbs are in bloom,
Boing boing!
Winter has gone,
boing boing —
It’s spring, it’s spring,
boing BOING!
“Mr Snufflesworse’s sniffles” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentMr Snufflesworse’s sniffles
Mr Snufflesworse
is in a bad way.
He caught a cold
the other day.
Despite taking pills,
it won’t go away!
When he blows his nose
the bed rocks and shakes.
Boogers come out
as long as snakes,
and when he sneezes,
the whole street awakes.
His sinuses are
chock-a-block with muck —
there’s enough snot
to fill a truck.
And here comes more phlegm —
Yuck yuck yuck yuck YUCK!
“The ghost who stole my Vegemite” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentThe ghost who stole my Vegemite
Have you heard of the ghost
who stole my Vegemite toast?
A disgusting event —
more disgusting than most!
I’d spread it on thickly —
’twas the way I liked it —
but the ghost just took it,
and then he hiked it.
So if you spy a ghost
whose mouth is all black,
please do the right thing
and give him a whack!
James Aitchison
‘The Gloopityglug‘ by James Aitchison
Leave a commentThe Gloopityglug
The Gloopityglug
Is a monstrous bug,
It gloops and it glugs
All over my rug.
Its Gloopity goo
Will stick to my shoe,
Slimy and shiny
And stinking like poo.
James Aitchison
Australian Children’s Poetry 