From the Publisher
It's official: Kenn Nesbitt's poetry is kid- and parent-approved! His 'wacky animal poems' carry the common thread of silly critters in impossible situations a recipe for laugh-out-loud page-turning fun.
So many of the poems are funny, but they are also very smart and full of little twists. I know kids will love the surprise endings. I think this really is a book that kids will want to read over and over again even those reluctant readers.
Kenn Nesbitt combines animals and craziness into some wacky poems.
The Tighty Whitey Spider is exactly the kind of book my daughter would have loved when she was in elementary school. I can't think of a better way to help younger children develop an early appreciation for poetry than reading Nesbitt's poems.
Yes, they are funny and a little wacky - this book should have you chuckling with smiles.
Nesbitt's poems are funny and have a well, wacky off-beat kind of humor that really connects with kids (and their teachers and parents, I might add).
The poems aren't dull and boring, they are full of action and fun...If all poetry was this exciting, I'd definitely read more!
...his new book, The Tighty Whitey Spider (with illustrations by Ethan Long) would make me a fan even if I wasn't already one.
First of all, the main little critter is sporting nothing but his tighty whitey underwear. This alone had my kids giggling.
...they'll be creeping and crawling to get their hands on this collection of zany rhymes.
Read an Excerpt
My Kitten Won't stop Talking
My kitten won't stop talking.
She just prattles night and day.
She walks around repeating
nearly everything I say.
My kitten never says, "Meow."
She never even purrs.
She mimics me instead
in that annoying voice of hers.
She waits for me to speak,
and then she copies every word,
or begs me for a cracker,
or says, "I'm a pretty bird."
I'm not sure what to do, and so
I simply grin and bear it.
She's been this way since yesterday;
that's when she ate my parrot.
My Kiwi Is the Captain
My kiwi is the captain of a supersonic plane
that doesn't fly to Switzerland or Singapore or Spain.
It doesn't fly to Jordan or Jamaica or Japan,
or Serbia, Somalia, Samoa, or Sudan.
It doesn't fly to Norway, Nicaragua, or Nepal.
It's safe to say it doesn't fly to anywhere at all.
But that's the way it always goes for kiwis, as you've heard.
It's true that he's a pilot, but he's still a flightless bird.
I Have to Write a Poem
I have to write a poem,
but I really don't know how.
So maybe I'll just make a rhyme
with something dumb like "cow."
Okay, I'll write about a cow,
but that's so commonplace.
I think I'll have to make her be...
a cow from outer space!
My cow will need a helmet
and a space suit and a ship.
Of course, she'll keep a blaster
in the holster on her hip.
She'll hurtle through the galaxy
on meteoric flights
to battle monkey aliens
in huge karate fights.
She'll duel with laser sabers
while avoiding lava spray
to vanquish evil emperors
and always save the day.
I hope the teacher likes my tale,
"Amazing Astro Cow."
Yes, that's the poem I will write
as soon as I learn how.