Lansky, Bruce (ed); Stephen Carpenter (ill.);
A bad case of the giggles : Kids pick the funniest poems, Book #2
Meadowbrook, 1994, 128 pages
ISBN 0671899821 9780671899820
topics: | poetry | children
Children's poetry is always a joy to read!
Also see:
* The New Kid on the Block by Jack Prelutsky and James Stevenson (ill) (1984)
You may quarrel with centipedes, quibble with seals,
declaim to a duck in the park,
engage in disputes with cantankerous coots,
but never mince words with a shark. ...
* River of words: images and poetry in praise of water by Pamela Michael (ed) (2003)
The nap time rain
sings lullabies ...
* The Random House Book of Poetry for Children by Jack Prelutsky and Arnold Lobel (ill.) (1983)
Windrush down the timber chutes
between the mountain's knees --
a hiss of distant breathing,
a shouting in the trees
a recklessness of branches
a wilderness a-sway,
when suddenly
a silence
takes your breath away. ...
I have no trouble sharing— I’m good at it, you’ll find. When I eat watermelon, I always share the rind. When there's a chore like cleaning my filthy, dusty room — I’m never, ever stingy. I always share my broom. And if you share your cookies (I’m hoping that you do), the next time I eat walnuts I’ll share the shells with you. I think a kid like me is so very, very rare. A kid that has no trouble with knowing how to share.
Soon I’ll do the supper dishes, sweep the carpet, feed the fishes, clear the closet, take the dogs out, do my homework, sort my rocks out, clip my toenails, take a shower, put away my two-foot tower, file my records, clean my speakers, shine my shoes and air my sneakers, pick up socks and shirts and laces, pack my cards in special cases, dust my desk and all that's in it, brush my teeth for one whole minute, stack my comic-book collection, call you in for room inspection. But right now I’m really busy and I’m starting to feel dizzy. So I’ll do what you requested, just as soon as I’m well rested.
How dry I am, how wet I’ll be, if I don’t find the bathroom key. There's not much time. I cannot wait. It would be awful if I’m late. I found the key. It's on the floor. Whoops! I don’t need it anymore.
"Your nose is running," Mother said. I answered, "Wow! That's really neat!" "Why's that?" she asked. I said, "Because I never knew my nose had feet."
Whenever Mom goes on a diet, she cooks weird food and makes me try it. When she is hungry, she gets cranky. If I’m not perfect, she might spank me. She swims, she bikes, she runs, she dances. I hope she’ll soon fit in her pantses.
I have a baby brother; they brought him home last week. He doesn’t talk or play with me . . . all he does is sleep. Mom said that I could hold him. I thought that might be fun; but all he does is stare at me . . . I think he's kind’a dumb. Some say he looks like daddy. Some say he looks like me. I think they all need glasses . . . he's bald as he can be. If this is what a baby's like, I think we’d be ahead to try and get a refund . . . and buy a dog instead.
My baby brother is so small, he hasn’t even learned to crawl. He's only been around a week, and all he seems to do is bawl and wiggle, sleep . . . and leak.
At night, my Uncle Rufus (or so I’ve heard it said) would put his teeth into a glass of water by his bed. At three o’clock one morning, he woke up with a cough, and as he reached out for his teeth— they bit his hand right off.
I pleaded with my Uncle Dave to take us for a ride. My sisters grabbed a window seat. I sat right by his side. He zoomed across a garden and knocked some hedges down, then barreled over sidewalks in a busy part of town. He zipped along a winding road— a siren made him stop. My uncle got a ticket from a very angry cop. At home our mother asked us, "Did all of you behave?" We answered her, "Of course we did." (Except for Uncle Dave!)
I’m always wearing hand-me-downs. I don’t get stuff that's new. My mom won’t take me shopping. I don’t know what to do. The dresses always fit me fine, but high heels give me blisters. It's not that easy growing up, a boy with older sisters.
Today is not a good day. I woke up sick in bed. My stomach has a stabbing pain that's spreading to my head. My knees are weak and achy. My eyes are full of flu. I fear I may contaminate; I have a fever too. I cannot see. I cannot breathe. I cannot read or write. My eyes are shut, my nose is blocked, I’m not a pretty sight. I cannot lift a finger or move a tired toe. My throat is hot and scratchy, the answer's simply NO . . . I cannot go to school today; I’m awfully sorry too, this had to happen on the day my book report was due.
Rain, reign, rein, English is a pain. Although the words sound just alike, the spelling's not the same! Bee, be, B, I’d rather climb a tree, than learn to spell the same old word, not just one way, but three! Sight, site, cite, I try with all my might. No matter which I finally choose, it's not the one that's right! There, their, they’re, enough to make you swear. Too many ways to write one sound, I just don’t think it's fair! To, two, too, so what's a kid to do? I think I’ll go to live on Mars, and leave this mess with ewe! (you?) --Difficult Math Test : Robert Scotellaro Whoopie! A test! Whoopie! A test! We’re having a difficult test! We’d also enjoy being kicked by a mule, then dipped in a caldron of bubbling drool, but a difficult test is best! [...] Or baked in a pie in an oven too hot and having your fingers all tied in a knot, then using a chair made of porcupine quills, can also provide you a great deal of thrills, but a difficult test is best! Or put in a vise and then squeezed till you’re flat, or sharing your room with a twenty-foot rat, and then wearing some tight cactus underwear, but none of, no none of these things can compare to the joys of a difficult test!
David asks for his dessert Peggy wants to press her skirt she has dance class and she's late David says he cannot wait Mike is giving him a ride he’ll just go and wait outside Father tells him he will not David mutters thanks a lot Ann says she expects a call Benjamin won’t eat at all Mother starts to serve the pie Benjamin begins to cry Mother asks him what is wrong Father says the tea's too strong Ann gets up to get the phone Benjamin begins to moan Peggy says her tights are torn David says he hears a horn Father says to finish first David says that he will burst Peggy says it isn’t fair Ann has on her other pair now she will be late for class Benjamin upsets his glass David's taking tiny bites Ann is taking off the tights David says the crust is tough Mother says she's had enough Father says it's not too bad Mother says she's going mad David wiggles like a mouse that is dinner at our house
Pardon me for being so rude. It was not me, it was my food. It got so lonely down below, it just popped up to say hello.
Would I, could I, should I try to eat a slug or would I die? Would it slide down sluggishly or wiggle, squiggle buggishly? Would it stick and slime my tongue or glide down swiftly to my lung? That might make me awful dead. Think I’ll eat a worm instead.
Mother doesn’t want a dog. Mother says they smell, and never sit when you say sit, or even when you yell. And when you come home late at night and there is ice and snow, you have to go back out because the dumb dog has to go. Mother doesn’t want a dog. Mother says they shed, and always let the strangers in and bark at friends instead, and do disgraceful things on rugs, and track mud on the floor, and flop upon your bed at night and snore their doggy snore. Mother doesn’t want a dog. She's making a mistake. Because, more than a dog, I think she will not want this snake.
A very stubborn polar bear got hold of my new underwear. I warned him that they wouldn’t fit. But did he listen? Not one bit. He solved the problem well, instead, by wearing them upon his head.
My dog is such a gentle soul, although he's big it's true. He brings the paper in his mouth. He brings the postman too.
Away down south where bananas grow, a grasshopper stepped on an elephant's toe. The elephant cried with tears in his eyes, "Pick on someone your own size."
Little birdie in the sky dropped some white stuff in my eye. I’m not angry. I won’t cry. I’m just glad that cows don’t fly.
Now Jimmy Dawson's hearing was surely most acute. He’d hear a lint piece falling from off his father's suit. He’d hear the flowers growing, and two cottonballs collide, the sound of puddles drying— it kept him occupied. When listening to a conch shell, he heard, not just the sea, but pearls in oysters forming, as clear as clear could be. He’d hear a pimple blossom upon his sister's face— and hear a new sun rising, light traveling through space. But then a strange thing happened— his mom called him in from play. Then Jimmy's perfect hearing completely went away.
At the foot of the hill, the ice-cream truck drove into a mudhole and got stuck. We helped the driver back on the road. But first we had to lighten the load. When we had helped a gallon apiece, the driver phoned the Chief of Police, who drove a pole into the sludge and measured five feet of chocolate fudge that had to be lightened. Well, we turned to and helped the man. What else could we do? I even called my Boy Scout Troop. By then there was nothing left but soup. Still, ice-cream soup is very good. And we wanted to help as much as we could. It was our good deed for the day to help the man get on his way. At last we pulled him out of the muck, and he drove away in his empty truck, thanking us all for helping him out. That made us happy. For there's no doubt we must help our neighbor as much as we can. Especially when he's the ice-cream man.
The ghost of bold Ned Kelly came to haunt my Auntie Nellie, but when it saw her in the light it was the ghost that got the fright.
There was an old man from Peru who dreamed he was eating his shoe, he awoke in the night in a terrible fright, and found that his dream was quite true.
Ned Nott was shot and Sam Shott was not. So it is better to be Shott than Nott. Some say Nott was not shot. But Shott says he shot Nott. Either the shot Shott shot at Nott was not shot, or Nott was shot. If the shot Shott shot shot Nott, then Nott was shot, but if the shot Shott shot shot Shott, then Shott was shot, not Nott. However, the shot Shott shot shot not Shott, but Nott.
Have you heard that Congress might soon pass a law that would change Ks to Bs and all Bs to Ks? I’ll tell you, I’m strictly opposed to such laws. That would change everything that we must write or say. Why, if all Bs were Ks and all Ks were Bs, the parrots would sleep in Kanana trees, and we’d go to the zoo to see Bangaroos, ZeKras and yaBs with spots on their noses and Boala Kears and wild Kuffaloes. If this Kill is passed, our Krains will be corB, the Statue of LiKerty will be in New YorB. You’d better liBe eating your meals with a forB and sandwiches made out of KarKeque porB. Concerning vacations, I’ll only say yucB! Would you go to Disney to see Donald DucB or Minnie or MicBie Mouse? What rotten LucB! This Kill would have mommies Biss KaKies goodnight or rocB them in rocBing chairs till it was light. Koys would sleep in KunB Keds in their Kedroom. And Kig KlacB convertiKles sure would have headroom. Do you see now why Congress must not pass this Kill? ThinB of the poor souls who live in MilwauBee, AlKuquerque or Bansas or those in BentucBee. You must write to Congress on Capitol Hill and say, "Leave our letters alone, if you will. All Ks must be Ks and Bs must be Bs. We voters demand that you listen up, please . . . No federal tamp’ring with our ABCs!"
Mary had a little lamb, a lobster, and some prunes, a glass of milk, a piece of pie, and then some macaroons. It made the busy waiters grin to see her order so, and when they carried Mary out, her face was white as snow.
There is toothpaste on my fingers. There is toothpaste in my nose. There is toothpaste on the mirror in a hundred squiggly rows. There is toothpaste on my pj's, how it got there you can guess. There are gobs of gooey toothpaste in the toilet, what a mess. There is toothpaste in the bathtub, overflowing on the floor. It's congealing on the ceiling and it's dripping down the door. Every time I squeeze the toothpaste, it sprays north and west and south. There is toothpaste almost everywhere, except inside my mouth!
Introduction ix A Bad Case of the Giggles : Bruce Lansky x
I’m thankful : Jack Prelutsky 2 Oh, Woe ith me! : Bruce Lansky 3 I’m going to say I’m Sorry : Jeff Moss 4 I have no trouble Sharing : Robert Scotellaro 5 Soon : Goldie Olszynko Gryn 6 Smart : Shel Silverstein 7 Stinky feet shirlee : Curlee Bingham 8 When your sucker sticks : Sheree Fitch 9 Insides : Colin West 10 Funny face : Calvin Miller 11 Toes in my nose : Bruce Lansky 13 How dry I am : Bruce Lansky 14 Backbite : David Sudol 14
Pick Up Your Room Mary : Ann Hoberman 16 Your Nose Is Running : Jeff Moss 17 Millicent's Mother : Jeff Moss 18 Mom's Diet : Bruce Lansky 19 I’m Telling! : Joyce Armor 21 Living Doll : Larry Cohen and Steve Zweig 22 My Noisy Brother : Bruce Lansky 23 A Baby Brother : Geraldine Nicholas 24 My Baby Brother : Jack Prelutsky 25 My Three Aunts : Goldie Olszynko Gryn 26 Night Starvation or the Biter Bit : Carey Blyton 28 Uncle Dave's Car : Helen Ksypka 29 Grandma's Kisses : Jeff Moss 30 Grandpa's Whiskers : Anonymous 31 Christmas Thank You's : Mick Gowar 32 Hand-Me-Downs : Bob Zanger 34
Today Is Not a Good Day : Rebecca Kai Dotlich 36 Distracted, the Mother Said to Her Boy : Gregory Harrison 37 Morning Announcements : Sylvia Andrews 38 English Is a Pain! (Pane?) : Shirlee Curlee Bingham 39 Difficult Math Test : Robert Scotellaro 40 How to Eat a Bag Lunch : Delia Ephron 42 Happy Hiccup to You : Kalli Dakos 44 Public Speaking : Bill Dodds 45 The Aliens Have Landed! : Kenn Nesbitt 46
Dinnertime : Mary Ann Hoberman 48 The Spaghetti Challenge : Leslie D. Perkins 50 I Ate a Ton of Sugar : Alice Gilbert 51 If We Had Lunch at the White House : Kalli Dakos 52 The Burp : Anonymous 54 Greasy, Grimy Gopher Guts : Anonymous 55 Fast Food : Robert Scotellaro 56 Should I? : Joyce Armor 57 Bleezer's Ice Cream : Jack Prelutsky 58 Recipe : Joyce Armor 60
Mother Doesn’t Want a Dog : Judith Viorst 62 A Very Stubborn Polar Bear : Linda Knaus 63 My Dog : Max Fatchen 64 Dumb Dog Shirlee : Curlee Bingham 65 Dapple Gray : Robert Scotellaro 66 Away Down South : Anonymous 67 Little Birdie in the Sky : Anonymous 68
Molly Peters : Bill Dodds 70 Little Jimmy Dawson : Robert Scotellaro 71 Doing a Good Deed : John Ciardi 72 Tables Turned : Michael Dugan 73 Old Man : Anonymous 74 Isaac Newton : Calvin Miller 75 The Chap Who Disappeared : John Ciardi 76 Say What? : Bruce Lansky 77 The Baby Ate the Dog Food : Malia Haberman-Sperry 78 Popeye the Sailor Man : Esther L. Nelson 81 The Insult : Colin McNaughton 82 I Love You Not : Bruce Lansky 83 The Eyes Have It : Susan Stranks 84
Ned Nott : Anonymous 86 Betty Botter : Anonymous 87 Alphabet Protest : Calvin Miller 88 I Thought a Thought : Anonymous 90
Mary Had a Little Ham : Bruce Lansky 92 Mary Had Some Bubble Gum : Anonymous 93 Mary Had a Little Lamb : Anonymous 94 There Was an Old Woman : Bill Dodds 95 Yankee Doodle's Monkey Ride : Bruce Lansky 96 Mrs. Doodle : Bruce Lansky 96 Hickory, Dickory, Dock! : Robert Scotellaro 97 Row, Row, Row Your Boat : Bill Dodds 98
Toothpaste : Stan Lee Werlin 100 Bathtub Rules : Eileen Spinelli 102 I Saw You : Anonymous 103 How to Delay Your Bedtime : Bruce Lansky 104 Knight Warning : Babs Bell Hajdusiewicz 106