#5 in the Poetry Potluck Series, celebrating National Poetry Month 2010.
photo by *k t*.
The king of nonsensical verse is here! Purrrrrrrrrrr.
Yes, I knew that when it comes to exuberant, outlandish, riotously funny poems, J. Patrick Lewis is totally the cat’s pajamas. The man sells underwear, for crying out loud, and even has a wickedly chewy collection called, The Bookworm’s Feast: A Potluck of Poems. Hi-Ho Silver Away!