Message in a bottle

A message in a bottle,

Washed up by the sea,

Written by a mermaid

Especially for me.

“I hope you’ll come and see me,”

That is what she wrote,

In beautiful handwriting

Upon her watery note.

“You’ll find me in the ocean,

“It’s really very clear:

“Latitude 15,

“And longitude just near.”

Has anyone seen my underpants?

My underpants are white and blue;

One day I dropped them in the loo.

I heard them gurgle down the pipe,

But couldn’t find them on my Skype.

How far, how far, will they travel?

I hope the stitches won’t unravel.

And if they’re in some spooky drain,

Will I ever see them again?

What if the sewer goes out to sea?

My underpants might reach Fiji!

Or has some big fish put them on?

I think my underpants have gone.

Swerving Irving

Irving McDrane can fly a plane;

He flies it up and down again.

He flies by night, he flies by day,

Upside down or up the right way.

He loops the loop and barrel rolls,

Through the air he twists and scrolls,

Across the sky with great panache …

Look out, Irving — you’re going to crash!

SPLAT!

Irving McDrane can’t fly a plane

Ever, ever, ever again.

High seas

Once we went to the seaside,

Now the seaside is coming to us.

Oceans rise around the world,

But few are making a fuss.

Old shores are disappearing

Beneath the rising tide.

Let’s stop the ice sheets melting,

Before there’s nowhere to hide.

I love space travel

I’m booked to fly on the 8.15

from Earth to Venus via Mars.

I’ve got myself a window seat

with a good view of the stars.

And then it’s on to Neptune,

Just in time for tea.

I hope my pet dog Pluto

will be waiting there for me.

I have my seat belt fastened,

a voice calls “Three, two, one…”

and then the spaceship’s flying,

far away beyond the sun!

Dinosaur days

Dinosaurs

Had great big claws

And tails that thumped

And bumped.

Some had wings

And scaly things

And scary jaws

For roars.

How awesome

If we saw some

And lived again

Back then.

We’d make sure

We hid before

A stegosaurus

Saw us!