Jack Prelutsky Poems
|1.||Suzanna socked me Sunday||2/15/2016|
|2.||Pumberly Pott's Unpredictable Niece||12/12/2015|
|3.||I met a dragon face to face||6/19/2015|
|4.||I Went Hungry on Thanksgiving||8/26/2015|
|5.||A Wolf Is At The Laundromat||12/13/2013|
|7.||A Pizza the Size of the Sun||7/21/2015|
|8.||Homework! Oh, Homework!||3/17/2015|
|9.||Deep In Our Refrigerator||12/13/2013|
|10.||Super Samson Simpson||1/20/2003|
|13.||Bleezer's Ice Cream||1/13/2003|
|14.||As Soon As Fred Gets Out Of Bed||1/20/2003|
|15.||Last Night I Dreamed Of Chickens||1/20/2003|
|16.||Be Glad Your Nose Is On Your Face||1/20/2003|
Be Glad Your Nose Is On Your Face
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.
Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you'd be forced to smell your feet.
Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.
Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the...
'My stomach's full of butterflies!'
lamented Dora Diller.
Her mother sighed. 'That's no surprise,
you ate a caterpillar!'