In honor of Jack Prelutsky’s 72nd birthday tomorrow, I’m serving up a few sample poems from his latest collection, I’ve Lost My Hippopotamus (Greenwillow, 2012), which is brimming with 100+ chewy, crunchy, wacky, hilarious mostly animalish examples of vintage Prelutsky word-play, portmanteaux, and cheeky invites to experience a world where imagination reigns supreme.
Though I was quite taken with, “My Weasels Have the Measles,” could easily identify with the narrator of, “I Cannot Sleep a Wink Tonight,” wouldn’t mind meeting the “Wiguanas,” and am totally convinced Prelutsky used me as the model for “Especially Serious Sam,” guess which poems I like the best?
Well, the food poems! *gasp*
Shocking, I know.
There’s a skating potato! And a strange vegetable with a working nose! And you can knit napkins with noodles!
For today’s feast, 3 foodie faves, along with fabulous ink drawings created by the New York Times bestselling author/ illustrator of the Max the Duck PB series, Jackie Urbanovic, whom I affectionately call, “Ms. Quack.” (You gotta see the little laughing duck on the pre-title page. A.d.o.r.a.b.l.e.)
Got your bibs on? Here’s Jack and Jackie!
I’m very fond of cupcakes
And love to eat them up,
But I’ve never found a cupcake
That came inside a cup.
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MY BROTHER HAS A HABIT
My brother has a habit
He’s been practicing for years.
He takes a pair of French fries
And sticks them in his ears.
He won’t say why he does it,
And may not even know.
It’s just a thing my brother’s done
Since very long ago.
It’s slightly gross, it’s silly,
And obviously strange,
But once you have a habit
It’s difficult to change.
He’s lately added something
Even grosser, I suppose —
He also takes two French fries
And puts them in his nose.
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Mister Snoffle made a waffle,
But the waffle turned out awful.
It was such an awful waffle
He refused to eat a bite.
Mister Snoffle, looking woeful,
Said, “This waffle is so awful
That it ought to be unlawful,
Now I’ll make a waffle right.”
Mister Snoffle was unruffled
As he made another waffle
Which was not the least bit awful . . .
For a waffle it was fine.
Mister Snoffle was more careful
In the crafting of this waffle,
And he laughed, “I’m feeling gleeful,
My new waffle is divine.”
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I don’t know about you, but rather than put my french fries in my ears or my nose, I like them (love them) in my mouth! Go ahead and nibble on these:
And of course we must have some divine waffles courtesy of Mr. Snoffle:
Pick up a copy (better than picking your nose) of I’ve Lost My Hippopotamus soon. You’ll thoroughly enjoy wacky Jack and Jackie’s foray into the absurd. Haven’t you always wanted to juggle bowling balls?
♥Apropos of something, when Jack was singing in Greenwich Village coffeehouses back in the late 60’s, he met and befriended Bob Dylan *pitter patter swoon*. ♥
Happy Birthday, Jack!
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I’VE LOST MY HIPPOPOTAMUS
written by Jack Prelutsky
illustrated by Jackie Urbanovic
published by Greenwillow Books, March 2012
Poetry for ages 5+, 144 pp.
*Includes Indices of Titles and First Lines
*Starred Review* from Publishers Weekly
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♥ Check out this interview with Jack and Kenn Nesbitt at Poetry4Kids, where Jack talks a little about this new book.
♥ Browse inside the book at the publisher’s website.
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Lovely and talented Katya at Write.Sketch.Repeat is hosting today’s Roundup. Wonder if she likes waffles, french fries, or hippo cupcakes best?
Over and out.
*Spreads posted by permission, text copyright © 2012 Jack Prelutsky, illustrations © 2012 Jackie Urbanovic, published by Greenwillow Books. All rights reserved.
Copyright © 2012 Jama Rattigan of Jama’s Alphabet Soup. All rights reserved.