*He's a Children's Poems Poet*
My Brother’s Bug (from SOMETHING BIG HAS BEEN HERE) Jack Prelutsky
My brother’s bug was green and plump,
It did not run, it could not jump,
It had no fur for it to shed,
It slept all night beneath his bed.
My brother’s bug had dainty feet,
It did not need a lot to eat,
It did not need a lot to drink,
It did not scream, it did not stink.
It always tried to be polite,
It did not scratch, it did not bite,
The only time it soiled the rug
Was when I squashed my brother’s bug.
Jellyfish Stew (from THE NEW KID ON THE BLOCK) By Jack Prelutsky
I’m loony for you,
I dearly adore you,
Oh, truly I do,
You’re creepy to see,
Revolting to chew,
You slide down inside
With a hullabaloo.
You’re soggy, you’re smelly,
You taste like shampoo,
You bog down my belly
With oodles of goo,
Yet I would glue noodles
And prunes to my shoe
For one oozy spoonful
Of jellyfish stew.
The Ballpoint Penguins -(from BEHOLD THE BOLD UMBRELLAPHANT) by Jack Prelutsky
The BALLPOINT PENGUINS, black and white,
Do little else but write and write.
Although they’ve nothing much to say,
They write and write it anyway.
The BALLPOINT PENGUINS do not think,
They simply write with endless ink.
They write of ice, they write of snow,
For that is all they seem to know.
At times, these shy and silent birds
Will verbally express their words,
But mostly they do not recite—
They aim their beaks and write and write.