Review:
The Ballad Of Firtilstern United
Beware The Beastly Bogeyman
Bomb Appetit!
Boxing Day
The Crocodile's Brushing His Teeth
Davy Duff
Dead Certainty
Dead Funny
Don't Stick That Marble Up Your Nose!
Doris The Pirate
The End
Extra! Extra!
Fair Game
Flinch!
The Frogpig
A Giant Gorilla Once Came Up To Me
Giants I Have Known
Good Enough To Eat
A Gottle O'gear
Happy Harry
Here Kitty, Kitty
Hometime
The Human Beanpole
I Once Saw A Fish Up A Tree
I Ran Away With The Circus
I'm Garglin' In The Rain
If Ever Aliens
If I Were A Bird
If You're Worried 'cause You're Little
The Insult
It Must Be The Devil In Me
Itchy Feet
Jack The Lad
Lazy Maisy's Out Of Bed
The Lion's Den
Mom Is Having A Baby!
The Moon Is Full
Mrs. Mather
My Best Friend, Bob
My Hero
Night Life
Nosher And Rosie Lavender
Nothing Is Worse Than A Frog In The Throat
Oh, The Embarrassment
On Your Head Be It!
Overheard At The T. Rex Taverna
Pig Ignorant
Potty
Quiff
Romeo, O Romeo
Said The Boy To The Dinosaur
Sir Percy Brocklehurst Pocketknife
Smedley Was Deadly
Sometimes I Think You Don't Listen To A Word I Say!
Tall Story
That Little Monster Frankenstein
That's The Way To Do It!
They Call Me Harley. Man, Ah'm Cool!
The Third Worst Pome Wot I Ever Ritted
The Three Ers
To Baldy Go ...
The Trial
The Unhappy Burglar
When I Grow Up
Who's Been Sleeping In My Porridge?
Why Are The Kids So Mean At School?
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®
From School Library Journal:
Grade 1-5-- So everyone can't do light verse like Shel Silverstein. Or even Jack Prelutsky. At least they can try. McNaughton tries hard and his heart is in the right place--with grubby little kids. He understands their preoccupation with eating and being eaten, with smelly babies, with being small and at the mercy of boring, unfair adults, "If I were a bird/ My wings I would spread,/I'd swoop over you/ And plop on your head!" accompanies a picture of a small boy grimly led by a large, cross father. As the author himself says: "I'd love to write nice poetry;/ I'd like to be serious once in a while./ But I yam what I yam--I'm juvenile!/ It must be the devil in me." Some of the poems are too long; others are eminently forgettable. On the other hand, eight-year-old kids don't care if all the lines scan or not, and they'll like McNaughton's colorful illustrations, done in the same broad humor as the verses they accompany. --Ann Stell, The Smithtown Library, NY
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