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Minuscule Madness by James Aitchison

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I’ve been collecting tiny things,

like frozen fleas and freckles,

and a book a centimetre long

written by a man named Eccles.

In a jar I have a nano newt,

and a full stop in another,

and a dingbat’s DNA

I’m saving for my brother.

Tiny footprints made by mice,

fingerprints of butterflies,

a spare hair from a busy hare,

and seeds I found in apple pies.

The only question really is,

what will I do with all this stuff?

I’ve got so many tiny things,

my room’s not big enough!

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Scots Speak by James Aitchison

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If a day dawns wet and bleak,

the Scots would call it dreich.

If blue sky and sun they saw,

then they’d say it’s braw.

Someone sly is sleekit,

if foolish they are glaikit.

When you shoogle, you shake,

if you mak, you make.

Muckle is big,

howk means to dig.

When you keenie, you cry,

when you skelp, you rush by!

If you’re taking a peek,

you’re taking a keek.

When you’re cranky, you’re crabbit,

a wee beastie’s a rabbit.

Weesht means be quiet,

guid nicht is good night.

Your bahookie’s your bottom,

And yes, all Scots have got ’em.

Teacher’s note: “Dreich” has been voted by Scots as their favourite, most iconic Scots word.

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Halloween by Graham Seal

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Trick or treat!

Trick or treat!

Lots of ghouls along the street.

Some are vampires,

some are ghosts,

whatever monster scares the most!

They want lollies,

they’re really creepy,

until the little spooks get sleepy.

Then home to bed they disappear –

that’s Halloween until next year.

Graham Seal

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Dress Up by Pauline Cleary

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Boots and bags and belts and braces;
slip-on shoes without any laces
hats with feather, coats with cuffs;
stripey socks and velvet gloves.

Shiny waistcoats, tall top hats;
onesies, boxers, baseball caps;
bracelets, bangles, silver pearls
scarves in patterns; scarves in swirls.

Woolly jackets, pants with spots;
petticoats and purple socks;
Skirts with zippers, skirts that flair;
Shirts with circles; shirts with squares.

Choose an outfit; match a hat.
Strike a pose! This or that?
Choose to be whatever you please
Magic, mayhem, make believe!

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Preposterous Rhinoceros by James Aitchison

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You know the word

preposterous

rhymes with

rhinoceros?

Now stress the

second syllable

and dial it up

a decibel:

prePOSterous

rhiNOCeros

Say it louder, 

say it clear,

so the whole wide world

can hear:

prePOSterous

rhiNOCeros!

Thanks for joining in 

our game;

your ears will never be 

the same.

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Squally Spring by Pauline Cleary

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It’s quite a blustery Spring this year.
It’s quite a squally Spring.
The wind is whistling at my door.
That wind can surely sing.
It’s really good for flying kites
and getting washing dry.
It blows away the cobwebs,
tosses clouds across the sky.
But I wouldn’t mind if it settles soon,
if the trees don’t shake and bend.
A little peace would be just fine.
I wish that wind would end.

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Scooter Squad by Graham Seal

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They’re tearing down

the tarmac street,

rushing by

with flying feet.

Pushing scooters 

far too fast,

hope they stack ’em

on the grass!

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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!

The Crossing by Toni Newell

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The sky was turning darker
Minutes quickly passing by
As stars began to twinkle
In the fading lost light sky.

Void moon increases darkness
Sleeping humans in their bed
The drop into their body
Is swift but not widespread.

Spirits come out dancing
The crossing has been made
And there within the darkness
The spirits do invade.

A body borrowed for the night
Instead of floating free
The spirits take possession
But not for eternity.

Then early in the morning
Before it is daylight
The reversal begins
Spirits take their flight.

Bodies dispossessed
And unaware of all
Life continues on
Until spirits once more call.

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Yakety – Yak by James Aitchison

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Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,

is all I hear all day.

Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,

is all people have to say.

Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,

on and on it goes,

yakety-yak, yakety-yak,

see their mouths open and close.

Yakety-yak on the TV,

yakety-yak on my phone,

yakety-yak, yakety-yak,

why don’t they leave me alone!