Ebullient wizards of comedic timing and wordplay, these two pun meisters should be arrested for having way too much fun. Having tickled the funny bones of kids everywhere for decades, they’ve each published dozens of award winning books that celebrate the many wonderful possibilities of poetry. Such joy! Such cleverness! Such vigorous versifying! Veddy veddy good.
Now, a new book by either one of these beloved poets is a real treat, but having them write a book together is like having your cake and eating it two, three, maybe five thousand times. In Poem-Mobiles: Crazy Car Poems (Schwartz & Wade, 2014), Mr. Lewis and Mr. Florian have set their engines at full throttle, pulling out all the stops when it comes to inventing 21 crazy dazy cars of the future.
You know what they say. It takes one to know one. And I know you’re nuts nuts nuts!
Nuts about peanut butter, that is. You look hungry. Please help yourself to one of these beautiful Buckeyes, courtesy of Smitten Kitchen.
That’s it, wrap your lips around that perfect little ball of cream cheese, butter, smoother than smooth peanut butter, graham cracker crumbs and deep, dark chocolate. *swoons*
Now, where was I?
Oh, yes, back to the party! We’ve got four more Peanut Butter Poets on today’s menu: Douglas Florian, Amy Ludwig VanDerwater, Irene Latham and Charles Waters. Nothing finer than having grown men go gaga for goobers with such purty poems of praise! And leave it to the ladies to serve up a giggle and a growl! Never know what you’ll get when you crack these nuts wide open.
Leave it t’ Scurvy Dog t’ brandish his literary wit for a 19-poem feast o’ the feisty that’ll fire up a yearnin’ fer the high seas. Pillage, plunder, blunderbuss, dagger. Buccaneer, commandeer, privateer sneer!
Plus a sulphur stinkpot er two.
Aye, this book’s a prize booty, chock full o’ fun-t’-know essentials about the toothless and ruthless: “Names for Pirates,” “Me Pirate Weapons,” “Pirate Flags,” “Rule of the Pirate,” “Pirate Patter”! If yer wantin’ t’ be the crudest, rudest rascal er robber, swear by this:
THE PIRATES’ CODE OF CONDUCT
Don’t take a bath. Avoid all math. It’s best to yell And blessed to smell. Act rash and rude. Dash down yer food. Be sure to slurp And belch and burp. Take lots of naps. Hide all yer maps. Dismay, disrupt, And interrupt. Rob, steal, and loot, But don’t get cute. Tell lots of lies. Make alibis. Don’t change yer clothes. Yell, “Thar she blows!”
The inimitable Monsieur Dooglas of Chez Florian will be serving you breakfast today. Oo-lah-lah! He has brought freshly brewed café — French roast, naturellement — can you smell that divine aroma emanating from your computer screen? It’s the best part of waking up, non?
Fridays I like French toast most
With French coffee that I roast.
I don’t wish to brag or boast:
Coast to coast I’m French toast host.
His latest collection of poems, Poetrees (Beach Lane Books, 2010), was just released on Tuesday, and it’s simply tree-mendous! But of course! This poet-painter (or authorstrator, as he calls himself) creates such consistently excellent work, that each new book is a big cause for celebration.