Jack Prelutsky

(8 September 1940 / Brooklyn, New York)

Jack Prelutsky
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Jack Prelutsky is an American writer of children's poetry. He lives in Seattle, Washington with his wife, Carolynn.

Early Life

Jack Prelutsky was born on September 8, 1940 in Brooklyn, New York to Charles, an electrician, and Dorothea, a homemaker. While he was still a baby, a fire burned his family's apartment and he was saved by his Uncle Charlie, who was a stand up comic who played the Borscht Belt. He was poor growing up, and he said he was "...a sensitive kid in a working class neighborhood. I got beat up a lot. I was a skinny kid with a big mouth. A bad combination."

He attended local public schools in the Bronx, hated the experience, and was... more »

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  • oofgang55 (11/13/2018 11:58:00 AM)

    sounds like he was an amazing singerr.

  • Debbie (11/8/2018 1:43:00 PM)

    You have done lots of great poems

  • Yo mama (11/7/2018 7:55:00 PM)

    I love Shel Silverstein. He is a life changer for poems. He is so reassuring about life.

  • Kirsten da hoe (6/12/2018 8:54:00 PM)

    IMMA HOE! ! !

  • e, , g, , , (5/9/2018 10:51:00 AM)

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  • booooooooob (5/2/2018 4:05:00 PM)

    me like jack prelutsky a lot: 3

  • Anna I. (5/2/2018 4:03:00 PM)

    i like him, he is awesome! ! : D

  • giulia g (5/2/2018 4:02:00 PM)

    i liked pet ten porcupines!

  • Anna I. (5/2/2018 4:00:00 PM)

    i like jack prelutsky because his poems are funny and it is pretty easy for kids to read it. i also like him because his poems are funny and lots are them are connected to my life

  • RL :) (4/30/2018 1:11:00 PM)

    He is awesome and a good poet especially because of his poem Homework Oh Homework!

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Best Poem of Jack Prelutsky

Last Night I Dreamed Of Chickens

Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.

They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.

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