I cannot believe it’s the middle of April, already, and I am JUST NOW sitting to write about April National Poetry Month!
(((Shame on ME!)))
My publicist pal, Paul Samuelson, sent me (MONTHS AGO), My Hippo Has the HICCUPS by Kenn Nesbitt (Sourcebooks 2009). The first copy he sent, mysteriously disappeared into my home-life-mayhem, thanks to my daughter, so I had to request a new copy. Needless to say, she LOVED it. It quickly became her favorite bedtime book to read. Mind you, she’s never been much of a poetry lover, until now. So I have to thank you, Paul!
Fellow blogger/colleague and friend, Diane Chen, has already beaten me to it, and wrote her own post about Nesbitt’s flare for poetry, he "totally made up." Alongside is illustrator Ethan Long, brings to life, real images that make reading the poetry, FUN. Diane writes, "I strongly recommend My Hippo Has the Hiccups for every elementary classroom and library collection. Teachers who have borrowed this title from me state it reminds them most of Jack Prelutsky, or a combination of Shel Silverstein with Jeffrey Moss, but all agreed it was a substantial title for poetry collections. I think in part it’s the voice of poet Kenn Nesbitt who speaks in words and the cadences of our students. Kenn knows how to reach children with this rib-tickling verse. My Hippo Has the Hiccups will greatly appeal to early readers. This title includes an audio CD which is tremendously popular among the elementary crowd and kept our middle schoolers engaged through the end."
Diane is right. Kenn’s voice is heard LOUDLY, throughout these delightfully, witty poems. And what I like most is that the vocabulary he selects will strengthen and challenge any young reader.
Two of my daughter’s favorites, she asked me to share with you are:
I’m battling insomnia
I cannot get to sleep
despite a rather valiant
attempt at counting sheep.
(((There’s more but you will have to get the book)))
MY PUPPY PUNCHED ME IN THE EYE
My puppy punched me in the eye.
My rabbit whacked my ear.
My ferret gave a frightful cry
and roundhouse kicked my rear.