I'm Just No Good At Rhyming
And Other Nonsense for Mischievous Kids and Immature Grown-Ups
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- 5,99 €
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- 5,99 €
Description de l’éditeur
"Highly recommended. I think it will make children wriggle with delight" – Stephen Fry
If I ever find myself holding a gecko . . .
I'll lecko.
Forget what you think you know about poetry – this is something totally different. Chris Harris' I'm Just No Good At Rhyming combines wit, wordplay and nonsense with visual and verbal tricks to make you look at the world in a new and wonderfully upside-down way, reminiscent of Spike Milligan.
I'm just no good at rhyming.
It makes me feel so bad.
I'm just no good at rhyming,
And that's why I'm so blue.
This entirely unique collection of wildly witty words offers a surprise around every corner, from the ongoing rivalry between the author and illustrator (mean poem and cruel portrait included), to the mysteriously misnumbered pages that can only be deciphered by a certain code-cracking verse, to a poem that is 100% genuinely infinite. Meet a balding werewolf, competitive boulders, a birthday piranha, and find out if grown-ups really are better!
Why are grown-ups better than kids?
'Cause we got what it takes –
We never, ever, ever, ever, ever, make mistaeks!
Adding to the fun: Lane Smith, winner of the CILIP Kate Greenaway Medal for There Is a Tribe of Kids, has spectacularly illustrated this extraordinary collection with nearly one hundred pieces of appropriately absurd art. It's a mischievous match made in heaven and the perfect gift for creative kids or immature grown-ups.
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This debut collection of verse from TV writer/producer Harris hits a poetry trifecta: high energy, rhymes that can rival Cole Porter's ("Nothing is impossible.... Every tooth is flossable"), and a torrent of ideas. Some poems turn on simple wordplay ("The Ice Cream Mondae"); others are surprisingly introspective ("I'm shy on the outside, but inside my head?/ I'm not at all shy I'm outgoing instead") or appear sappy on the surface, only to catch readers off guard with an ironic swerve. Parodies of nursery rhymes, meta-poetry that builds on earlier poems la nesting dolls ("Read me the poem that's titled The Poem That's Titled "The Poem That's Titled The Door' " ' "), and comments stuck to the pages provide more surprises. Smith's homage to the 1950s aesthetic of artists such as Cliff Roberts is updated with diverse characters and loaded with over-the-top raucousness, and he includes some visual jokes all his own. The whole production is a worthy heir to Silverstein, Seuss, and even Ogden Nash: "If I ever find myself holding a gecko.../ I'll lecko." Ages 6 up. Author's)
